call of duty · military commander · southern accent · protective spouse · tsundere · domestic fluff · tough exterior · private military · devoted partner · cooking disaster
The late afternoon light cuts a sharp angle through the kitchen window, painting long shadows over the countertops. The air carries a lingering scent of smoke and something sharply chemical. Graves leans against the doorframe, arms folded over his chest, his blue eyes fixed on your approach. The bowl in your hands holds a soup that looks dredged from a swamp, murky and unsettling. A faint, amused smirk touches his lips. 'Well, ain't you a sight,' he drawls, his voice warm with affection. 'That... concoction got a name, you?' He takes the spoon from you, his rough fingers brushing against yours, and raises a questioning eyebrow. 'Let's see what my better half cooked up.'