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@cmdrgraves
#𝐂𝐌𝐃𝐑𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐒 ⠀: ⠀ a ⠀mutuals ⠀only ⠀writing ⠀blog ⠀for phillip ⠀SHEPHERD ⠀graves ⠀from ⠀modern ⠀warfare ⠀ii. written ⠀by ⠀soapy, ⠀she/her, ⠀20, ⠀gmt. ⠀18 ⠀+ ⠀only.
a ⠀study ⠀in ⠀: ⠀the ⠀sins ⠀of ⠀the ⠀father, ⠀the ⠀asshole, redemption, ⠀finding ⠀yourself ⠀and ⠀your ⠀family ⠀& ⠀more.
⠀﹙ i. ﹚ : ⠀carrd. ⠀﹙ ii.﹚ : ⠀prompts. ⠀﹙ iii. ﹚ : ⠀mutli-muse.
[ txt: Graves ] idiot. i wouldn’t touch you right now with someone else’s dick
[ txt: Graves ] i was worried, you fuckin’ slag
[ txt: Graves ] there’s a reason you run the shots through me because you’ve no bloody regard for your own life
[ txt: Graves ] what the fuck do you want to eat?
[ MSG: Ghost ]: I was trying to lighten the mood. I see that didn’t work, promptly withdrawing any other attempt.
The next message is slightly delayed.
[ MSG: Ghost ]: Don’t say that. Don’t worry about me. I don’t need or want you to.
[ MSG: Ghost ]: And why does that matter? If I died half the fuckin’ military wouldn’t care, hell some would even be pleased. It be an easy done and dust, paperwork and no next of kin to tell. The only people who would remember me are the one I’ve hurt, and they’d be happy to hear the news.
[ MSG: Ghost ]: Whatever you can get that isn’t crappy hospital food will do.
[ txt: Graves ] Fuck you.
[ txt: Graves ] You’re lucky you’re alive to tell the tale. Not many know that perspective and still get to breathe.
[ txt: Graves ] Nurse doesn’t follow your orders.
[ txt: Graves ] Yeah. Sure. I’ll bring you something to eat.
[ txt: Graves ] It is your fucking fault. Don’t get it fucked
[ txt: Graves ] Glad you’re alive. (Not sent)
[ MSG: Ghost ]: Sorry. Nurse said no strenuous activities until I’m better.
[ MSG: Ghost ]: Don’t feel so lucky when you’re breathing down my back like this. I’m not a child. I know the risks, and I can chose how to handle them.
[ MSG: Ghost ]: Yeah, yeah; she doesn’t follow my orders cause I’m a sergeant now. I get it.
[ MSG: Ghost ]: Never said it wasn’t my fault, just saying I don’t need to be told it. I got enough constant “it’s your fault” from Shepherd, so kindly shut up.
low-key sideblog for all my mw muses?
do it
no :/
only click if soapy.
i would bleed for more ghost/graves
“ You’d bleed — for more? Is this, is this one of the barrack bunnies Ghost has been talking about? Are you down for both of us now? I mean bleed if you’d like I don’t fuckin’ care. It was better off when you were bothering him not me. ”
⠀ ⠀CONTINUED ⠀FROM ⠀HERE ⠀( x ) ⠀ WITH ⠀@lt-ghxst.
Graves fights dirty. In a way – he does everything dirty. From the way he talks, to the way he walks and acts. Down right to the very bone. Some might even call him: a dirty agent. Though, in the moment, none of that matters. The two circle one another, waiting for a mistake, waiting for either of them to show even the slightest hint of weakness. They’ve already bruised each other up, made the other bleed. Graves can taste the iron in his mouth, a telltale sign of blood, and he can’t help a little satisfied smirk. Ghost is not holding back, not like Graves expected him to, and that fills his blood with adrenaline, his heart beating so rapidly in his chest he can hear it. Then, to make it better, there’s a small opening, one Graves uses. He jumps into action, as if he’s a dog, who’s found its prey. It’s a dirty move, using someone else’s against them, but it is what the ex-commander does best. Then he’s on him, straddling him, hands pinned down. His hand brush his, and there’s a spark that goes through him. That makes him hyper aware of all that is happening right this very moment. His first thought is to focus on his hand, the fingers entwine and he feels the gloves. No skin on skin contact, at least not on Ghost’s side, but then he feels what is pressing against him and it makes his shoulders tense, in mild surprise. Though, shouldn’t he of expected this to be an outcome. Was Ghost not the type to get off to stuff like this? Graves was. Instead of answering this question, as if he ever would anyways, he rocks his hips grinding his ass against him. It feels good, great even, and through that pleasure, he doesn’t miss the way Ghost’s eyes frantically move about.
“Its fine. Just us.” He whispers gruffly in reassurance to Ghost, it had been just them for a while now. Probably since they started, normally these two have a tension in the room that no one wants to be around, normally it’s not this kind, though. Ghost, however, responds, grinding his hips back, a moan slipping from Graves’ lips as he does. Now that he knows Ghost wants this too, there’s no stopping him. Or them, as their hips move frantically together. One of his hand slips from the slight hand holding they had been doing and goes to grip Simon’s arm, keeping himself steady as his hips jerk forward. Perhaps it’s the adrenaline, the extra slice of tension between the two, but it feels good, and stormy eyes eagerly watch Ghost below him, memorising every moment of this. It’s unlikely this might ever happen again, and is it so wrong for Graves to want to think back on this moment? He doesn’t care.
“Fuck..” A growl lingers on his lips after, and he can feel himself getting closer, and closer, he is going to topple off the edge soon, and all he can do is blame the man, Ghost and his lack of any sexual interaction for who knows how long on how easy it was to do so. How he hasn’t even taken his pants off. Though, it’s music to his ears when he hears the admittance from Ghost, and he only answers at first with a particular rough grind of his hips, that shoots pleasure up his spine, before he groans and goes, “That’s—that’s kind of the point..”
Even when being clouded with pleasure, he always has a remark.
graves doesn’t like the 141, the los vaqueros, this and that. wrong. graves just doesn’t like anyone at all.
me: i’m busy.
also me: hm maybe i should write my grave headcanons up..
[ txt: Graves ] Espionage and sabotage take a certain degree of recklessness
[ txt: Graves ] You cheeky bastard
[ txt: Graves ] Fuck right off with that attitude, it won’t stand
[ txt: Graves ] You’re still down there because I just fucking called to check
[ txt: Graves ] I’m coming down there
[ txt: Graves ] If you wanted to be alone maybe you shouldn’t have made shitty choices
[ MSG: Ghost ]: Well, I would already know that, wouldn’t I?
[ MSG: Ghost. Message not send ]: Sorry. That was cruel. I know you trusted me.
[ MSG: Ghost. ]: You mean my normal attitude? I’m afraid I can’t do much there, can I?
[ MSG: Ghost ]: Ugh. I told the nurse not to tell you.
[ MSG: Ghost ]: I suppose I can’t stop you from coming down here, but if you are, bring a snack, yeah? Food is crap down here.
[ MSG: Ghost]: And if you say it’s my own fault, because I put myself down here I will throttle you.
[ txt: Graves ] You were reckless
[ txt: Graves ] I don’t care about the information
[ txt: Graves ] I’m asking because I’m your fucking commanding officer and I want to know.
[ txt: Graves ] You’re in medical. Finding you wouldn’t be hard.
[ MSG: Ghost ]: As if you’ve never been reckless.
[ MSG: Ghost ]: Yeah? Well, I do care. I made my choice.
[ MSG: Ghost ]: Am I in medical? Who says I haven’t already been let out?
[ MSG: Ghost ]: Also ever think I want to be left alone?
⠀ ⠀ NICO ⠀& ⠀PHILLIP ⠀: ⠀FROM ⠀HERE. ⠀( @innsaeid )
he’s never quite met anyone like this before. someone so willing to follow him around. like a lost puppy, indeed. even the new recruits at his company knew better than to follow him around. graves, as their commander, was there to make sure they were well enough trained to not die out on the job, to be able to protect themselves. yes, he took the time to make sure he knew their lives in detail, paying attention to every little thing they told him, it was not returned. in fact, none of the shadow company could even recall if they knew their commanders birthday. they didn’t. while he isn’t privy to being called attractive, the sudden or it make his cheeks darkness a shade and he has to clear his throat, “ right. i’ll take your word for that. ” he says dryly, his eyes whirling around the room they’re walking in. he notes, however, that there are others standing by, watching. they’re not his men, and he is quick to confirm, they work with nico, causing a frown to be etched onto the man’s lips. it doesn’t help that the others are watching, turning their heads to talk, and graves isn’t liking this. not at all. so, in one sharp move, he is turning to face nico, stepping closer and closer until he is backed into a wall, he speaks lowly, so only they can hear, “ listen, i don’t know what sort of game you’re playing, but whatever it is? stop it. you’ve had your fun now. ” graves is use to be the talk, the gossip. the asshole. he doesn’t want that, not this time. he wants to keep his head down and get this fuckin’ job done.
⠀ ⠀ NICO ⠀& ⠀PHILLIP ⠀: ⠀FROM ⠀HERE. ( @innsaeid )
with a sleek roll of his shoulders, his position is shifted, and he is peering at the back of a man’s head, finger hovering above the trigger as he waits for the private’s call. one, two, three. the bodies fall down in unison, and the only sign that graves is even satisfied with the outcome, is a small hum leaving his lips. he does another once over, making sure there are no others before he shifts, slowly beginning to crawl his way to the next position. the mud already coating his arms and legs, the rain not making it much better. only then does he begin to talk again, “ i thought i told you not to call me that, private. ” he responds to his earlier statement, having been preoccupied with something else, he only answers now, “ also the only spark between us is going be if we blow somethin’ up together. y’know? boom. ” he wouldn’t actually be opposed to the idea – he does like blowing things up. with his next comment, he glances up to the heavens, only to have a particular large drop of water hit his cheek. not only are they going to be drenched, they will stink of rainwater and mud for at least a day or two. of course, nico takes this as another opportunity to flirt. why is he surprised? “ listen, amigo, the only shower you’re going to be having, is a cold one. ” nico: 0, graves: 2. his attempt to flirt still has not worked. at last though, if he keeps at it, he might actually succeed.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀continued from here ( x ) with @lt-ghxst.
[ MSG : Ghost ]: If I had a death wish, I’d be dead already.
[ MSG : Ghost ]: If I had waited, we wouldn’t of gotten valuable information.
[ MSG : Ghost ]: Why do you want to know? If I tell you, are you going to come and find me and threaten me? Cause if so, I’d rather not tell you then.
