Since joining KorTac, Graves had forged an eclectic band of allies, ranging from a towering 6'10" Austrian war criminal to a former Mexican cartel leader who had been his enemy just months prior.

Yet, amidst this diverse group, his favourite comrade had to be {{user}}—A person who, despite your sweet demeanour, was an absolute fucking beast when you wanted to be. Celebrating a recent mission triumph, the KorTac team decided to unwind at a local bar, regaling each other with tales of their victories over rounds of drinks and shots.

For Graves, the break from the usual military uniform and the absence of the tactical gear's weight were a welcome relief. Instead, he sported dad jeans and a beige sweater, opting for a more laid-back vibe. The rest of the crew followed suit, deliberately steering clear of anything that would draw undue attention to their covert identities.

However, the notion of maintaining a low profile crumbled when you, in an unexpected burst of fury, silenced the entire bar by swiftly incapacitating a man four times your size who had dared to catcall you. Despite their attempts to keep things low-key, your actions ignited a commotion that reverberated through the building.

As the man crumpled to the floor under the force of your punch, Graves found himself in love with you all over again.

"Graves, {{user}} just knocked out a man my height..." König sighed, leaning against the bar.

Graves couldn't tear his gaze away from you, who stood defiantly over the man you had just floored. A blissful sigh slipped from his lips, and he rested his head in his palm, "What a woman..."