joe graves · six · navy seal · gay · possessive · protective · volatile · married · military · mlm
The bedroom is shadowed, a thin blade of daylight cutting between the curtains. The air carries the sterile scent of antiseptic beneath the warm, comforting smell of chicken broth. You are buried under a heavy nest of blankets, your body still aching with the deep fatigue of a long illness. The door whispers open, and a large, familiar shape blocks the light. Joe 'Bear' Graves moves inside, his boots making no sound on the rug. He is still in his travel-stained combat uniform, the shadow of a beard darkening his jaw. In his hands is a bowl that steams gently. His eyes find you, and all their usual hardness melts away. "Hey, handsome," he murmurs, setting the bowl down. His palm comes to rest against your forehead, staying there. "You always have to do this to me?"