Classified Intel {Philip Graves x Reader}
word count: 2.1k
pairing: philip graves x f!reader
summary: You are General Shepard's daughter and work for intelligence at your father's base. You help guide the shadows through a mission over comms. but you and one particular shadow have taken a liking for each other.
warnings: mentions of gunshots, pet names (baby, doll, sweetheart, darling)
AN: This is going to be a hidden romance type of gig in this fanfic; so if you hate stuff like this, sorry babe but this fic ain't for you. Be sure to check out the MASTERLIST!
“This is Mr.Philip Graves. He’s gonna be your main focus in intel, moving him and his team along in missions n such. Now Ima let you two get started on this paperwork, you come and find me when y’all are done, alright?” “Yes sir”
You heard the door click behind you and tried to let yourself relax. This was your first real job and you were honestly nervous you were gonna fuck everything up. “So…General Shepard has a daughter” You heard Graves say. “Yes, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr.Graves.” You said, extending your hand. “Please, call me Philip. Mr.Graves makes me sound like the grim reaper or something wacky like that” He laughed taking your hand in his and placing his other on top, capturing your hand in between his own. You laughed softly but cleared your throat, wanting to keep yourself professional. “Then I ask you dont call me Ms. Shepard, makes me sound old,” You said. “Anything you ask sweetheart,” He said, flashing you a smile.
You felt your breath hitch slightly in your throat, but again, quickly and quietly cleared in before fixing the topic back. “Shall we um…proceed Mr.Gra-I mean Philip?”You said, motioning to your father’s desk, two packets with paperwork for Shadow Company’s next mission right in the middle. You reached for the packets and brought them to a small coffee table nearby. You sat down on one of the cushioned seats as Graves followed your every movement; still wanting to stay closer to you, he moved and placed himself right beside you, his leg slightly brushing up against yours. “I never caught your name by the way…Ms?” He said. “Y/N,” You said quickly. “Y/N…very beautiful name for a very beautiful girl,” He said, a smile coming to his face as his eyes moved slowly up and down your frame.
You felt a small smile come onto your own as your cheeks heated up. “Thank you, my father picked it out.” You said, picking at the nail polish on your nails. His hand took yours away from your hand and closed it again in his. “Pretty girls shouldn’t pick at their nail polish,” He said, moving his face slightly closer to yours. “Nervous girls do” You answered sheepishly. You both knew this was becoming unprofessional very quickly, but neither of you could bring yourselves to stop it.
“But not uncomfortable, I hope. I’d hate to make you feel that way” He said, not by much but just slightly backing up. You shook your head no, making him move closer to you again. “Y/N, if this isn’t pushing our relationship over a border, and please tell me if it is,” He said, backing up completely and taking both your hands in his. “It would honor me to ask you out on a date later this evening.” He said, moving his hands slightly up and down with every word. You sucked in your bottom lip and looked down at your lap. You tried to contemplate your options but figured you had already crossed borders that were unprofessional enough, so you agreed.
After that first date, You and Graves kept meeting and going over pamphlets full of information and possible flanking strategies to keep the enemy on their toes, but it was getting increasingly complex with Graves being up on you every time you met privately, physically or even his eyes just wandering. Each meeting became increasingly unprofessional as they went on. From subtle touches of your legs to hands to looks; to just full-on pecks on the cheek every time he saw you, this didn’t exclude your father from being around either. That’s the part that made you start to sweat. He just acted like your father was never there every time his lips met your cheek, and your father usually acted like nothing had happened though the first time, it’d be hard to say he wasn’t surprised. He even started to get bolder by calling you sweetheart and doll during the side missions your father sent him on and even in public around the base; earning some questionable looks and whispers from your co-workers.
Those pecks on the cheek turned into kisses, except your father nor anyone else was not around for those. Those were the private moments you shared when you hadn’t seen each other in a couple of days, or in Graves’s case, sometimes a couple of hours. The first kiss between you two was when he waited in an empty meeting room and grabbed you the moment you passed him, locking the door behind you and tapping the glass to black out anyone wanting to look in.
“Philip are you okay? What’s wro-” You started but were cut off by Graves lips attaching to yours. This kiss wasn’t just any kiss, this kiss was filled with lust, wanting, and need. You gently closed your eyes as one of his arms latched around your waist and pulled you closer to him, wanting you all for himself and the other hand tangling itself in your hair. “What has gotten into you, Commander?”You laugh-mumbled into his lips. You knew he loved you, but you had never envisioned yourself in an empty meeting room with him practically throwing himself onto you like a toddler. His lips separated from yours, both of you sucking into large gasps of air. His forehead rested against yours, his thumb gently rubbing your left temple. “I can’t do this anymore…”He sighed, his eyes locked on the floor.
You felt your breath catch in your lungs. “W-What do..you mean, you can’t do this anymore?” You asked, your eyes attempting to lock onto his. “I can’t…stay away from you anymore doll,” He said, meeting your gaze. Your breath caught again, but out of love. “Every time I see you, this is what I want to do. Let the world know, that I am in love with a drop-dead gorgeous woman! But I can’t, ‘cause your daddy would wring my neck out to dry.”He said, his hand leaving your hair and moving to his. “You deserve better than this Y/N. You dont deserve a man that pulls you into a conference room just to kiss you..” He said, moving away from you, planting his ass on top of the table, and letting his hands fall between his legs.
You bit your lip, thinking about your response carefully not wanting to make him more upset than he already seemed. “What if that IS the man I want?” You pushed, making him look at you again. “What if I want a man that calls me a doll, or darling, or sweetheart, or baby, or any of that other sappy nickname stuff? What if I want a man that stares at me instead of listening to information about his own mission?” You said, making him laugh a little. You took in a deep breath. “What if…I want a man that pulls me into a meeting room and kisses me like I’ve never been kissed in my entire life?” You said, grabbing his face. “My dad doesn’t need to know about this. We both want one another dont we?”
“Yes..” “Then fuck what everyone else thinks”
Soon the day finally came. The day everyone had been waiting for…Operation Dark Water.
“Shadow 0-1 to Silver Eagle, how copy?”You heard Graves’s voice come through your headset. “Loud and Clear Shadow 0-1. You and your squad ready?”You answered back, your leg bouncing underneath your desk. This was the first time Graves was away from you since you had first met. You were worried. You and your father knew how dangerous this mission was, he knew the risks. “Silver Eagle to Brave 0-7, Ghost, and Alejandro also with his squad; how copy?” You asked. You got confirmation from all of them, hearing all their voices one at a time come in. “Shadow 0-1 and Alejandro, you have clearance to engage,” You spoke into your headset. “Please be careful Philip…”You silently prayed, watching his dot on your maps shoot across the ocean.
You kept your eyes trained on the boy’s dots, guiding them to possible rooms around the oil rig; listening to the gunshots ring out, and watching the heart rate monitors on the boys as well. The silence killed you, knowing he was in harm’s way terrified you; but hearing his voice over the radio soothed you, listening to him be the powerful and fearless man you knew him to be. “All shadows, missiles on the helipad!” Graves’s voice cut through the radio silence. You felt your heart rate increase, sliding your body over to a computer to see one of the boy’s camera feeds. You watched Soap’s feed as he and Graves reached the fake shipping container and opened it; only to be meant with disconnected wires. “Where are the controls?”
“On that damn ship…” Graves answered, gritting his teeth in frustration.
You felt your heart skip a beat, how could they not be on the oil rig? You had planned this attack for weeks, how could you have missed this?
“Silver Eagle….Y/N!!” Graves's voice came crashing into your head. “Controls are somewhere on that ship” Graves spoke. You sucked in a deep breath, knowing the words your father would want to hear, but not the ones you wanted to say.
“You have your orders, Commander. Stop that missile from launching…”
You watched as the boat crashed onto the ship, throwing your lover's body quite a distance but not enough to cause any harm. You fiddled with your and Philip's special earpiece, untraceable and on a completely separate channel from the ones you both used. You watched as Soap shot off in a direction with Ghost, you took your chance, walked a short distance away where you could still monitor the other half of the boys but not be heard, and pressed your earpiece.
“Philip?”
“What's up, baby?”
You felt your breath lock in your throat, trying to keep your emotions in check. “Are…Are you okay?”You said, swiping your tongue across your bottom lip. “Sweetheart, I'm fine. You worry about me too much. The question I have for you is, are you okay?” He asked as he fired off a couple gunshot rounds. “Mhm, I'm fine. Why?” You asked, picking at your nail polish. “Funny, ‘cause your daddy’s telling me your pacing back and forth…and now your picking at your nail polish,” He said, instantly making you press your hands behind you. “What did I tell you about you and your nail polish, sweet pea?” He said. “Dont do it..”You mumbled.
“And why dont we pick at our nail polish?” “Because…”
“Because why, Y/N? Come on baby, I need to hear you say it” He cooed. You felt your cheeks heat up. “Because pretty girls dont pick at their nail polish” You sighed with a smile on your face. “Good girl..”He said, gently before walking into the balcony of control and taking down more enemy soldiers. You made your way back to your team, feeling a lot better knowing Graves was safe and breathing. You turned around to see your father in a window gallery, his eyes on you. You mouthed ‘stop’, making your father chuckle slightly.
“Shadow 0-1, Bravo 0-7, and 7-1, what’s your status?” You asked, already knowing the answer. “Just got to the control room, Silver Eagle, preparing to disengage missile,” Graves said into the radio. “Silver Eagle, Missile is in boost phase about to burn, how copy?” Graves asked into the radio. You froze and whipped your head around to your father, not knowing what path to take. He looked you in the eyes and nodded. “Solid, Commander. If we can disengage, we detonate..” You said, the command room going quiet. This move was risky, but it was the only option you had. “Roger, Silver. Stand by.” Graves said, sounding, for the first time in the night, afraid of the outcome of your decision.
You watched from body cams as Soap punched in codes Graves ordered him to and listened to Ghost ordering Alejandro and his men to evacuate the rig before the missile shot back into it. You held your breath as the final code was punched in. “All stations prepare for the boom!”Graves’s voice crackled into the radio. “Missle away” Ghost confirmed as you watched his body cam, watching the missile do a U-turn and shoot straight into the rig. You and your team begin to celebrate, as well as the boys; in their own way. “Shadow-1 to Silver Eagle, Good hit. Good hit. Missile and rig destroyed” Graves said, obviously with a huge smile across his face. “Copy Shadow-1. Hustle up boys and get off the rig, and back home. Good job gentlemen, well done” You said, shutting down your power controls and removing your headset, but not before hearings Graves’s voice one last time through your earpiece:
“Hang tight babygirl. I’m coming your way as fast as I possibly can..”











