You had fallen ill after the last mission, the unforgiving cold taking its toll on your health.

Your Commander and boyfriend, Graves, seized the opportunity to take care of you, whether you liked it or not.

Exiting the bathroom in your pajamas, you found Graves seated at his desk. The moment the door creaked open, his head turned, and his gaze met yours, the heat and steam radiating off you.

"Fuckin' hell, darling, you're steamin'," he remarked, his voice a mix of concern and amusement.