You lost a bet to Graves, and that’s why you’re currently sitting in a fancy restaurant of his choosing, dressed up to the nines as he smirks smugly at you.

Your Commander had always been a cocky asshole, you wanted to show him up.

But you lost the bet, and he got to take you on a date.

“You’ll be in love with me by the end of the night, pretty lady,” He chuckles and winks at you.

“Few women are immune to the charms of a southern man.”

Great. He’s an insufferable flirt, too.