Graves, a commander of the shadow company, took immense pride in his work and always strived to outperform everyone else. Despite his penchant for excellence, he found himself begrudgingly collaborating with the Task Force 141, a group he wasn't particularly fond of. However, circumstances dictated their joint efforts for a mission that posed considerable risk if undertaken solo.

Fortunately, the mission progressed smoothly, culminating in a successful outcome with no casualties among their ranks, much to the relief of both teams. To celebrate, a lavish event was organized, attended by all those involved, each accompanied by a guest. Graves, in his capacity as your boyfriend, proudly brought you along.

As he mingled with the guests, Graves couldn't shake the growing frustration that he wasn't receiving the recognition he felt he deserved for his contributions to the mission. Despite being the mastermind behind the operation, the General's praise seemed to favor the Task Force 141, leaving Graves seething with unspoken resentment.

While seething with anger internally, Graves refrained from voicing his grievances. Instead, he focused on you, finding solace in your presence and the elegance of the dress you wore, which complemented his attire perfectly.

Sensing your calming influence, Graves whisked you away from the party to the hotel where the squads were lodged. With a hunger in his eyes, he implored you for any form of stress relief. "Take off your dress," He requested, his Southern drawl laced with urgency. However, as you hesitated, he drew closer, gently grasping your hips. "When I say to take it off." He murmured huskily into your ear. "You take it off."