#phillip graves

[cod-dump]

Price: Wait, we have to work with Shadow Company?

Laswell, on the phone: Yes

Price: Ugh! Then we would have to work with the local idiot

Graves, over the phone: I prefer 'menace'. But don't you worry, this local is about to go international

Price: You mean I have to deal with you on a longer leash? god help me-

Laswell: *hangs up the phone*

Price: Hey! I wasn't done! I was about to yell at him!

Laswell: Flirt on your own phone plan

[sinfulstargirl]

Recently saw the ana post. I personallx struggle with mia, could xou write a graves hurt/ comfort fic on that as well? Kudos

aww :(((( i'm sorry to hear that anon. i am wishing you healing ♡

the flowers he picked up for you are staring at you from their vase like you're a terrible person. the candle flickering makes you want to somehow dump it onto your plate so you don't have to eat what's on it.

it's your favorite, and yet you cannot bear it. one torturous bite of steak, and you chewed it for an entire minute, and then spit it out into your napkin when he went to get another beer. you're caught wondering how many calories you just digested by chewing it for that long. maybe you burnt a few from the rigorous movement. but the oil..the butte-

'you don't like it?' he asks. 'maybe it's a bad cut. maybe i cooked it too long,' he offers regretfully, inspecting a piece on his fork.

yes. there's your way out. you're nodding. 'it's too tough....' you lie.

he grabs your plate and tosses it into the trash. 'my bad, darlin.'

you're gnawing at your bottom lip. tugging on your big sweatshirt sleeves, the guilt eating you alive. the calories making you feel utterly fat, even though there weren't any calories ingested at all.

'how about take out? from that place you like, hm?' he's pressing a kiss to your cheek. 'let me make it up -

you storm off, locking yourself in the bathroom to weigh your naked body. praying the numbers on the scale will be the same it was this morning. wondering how you can feel yourself slipping, and yet it's so hard to get back up.

when you hear him call out for you, your eyes well with tears at the way you just treated the man you love. you cannot keep doing this. you hate yourself. you hate him. you hate her. she's stealing everything you love from you.

bursting out from the bathroom door, you run to him, wrapping your arms around him, crying too hard for him to understand what you're saying. 'hey..hey..it's alright..it's alright...breathe...' he's holding you tightly against him, his heart sinking. 'take it easy...breathe...'

'i'm so sorry,' you wail. 'i'm so sorry.'

as he holds your ever-fluctuating form, the woman he loves eaten by such a sinister sickness, he begins to understand. 'oh,' he breathes. 'the steak was fine.'

you're nodding, clinging to him. 'i'm so sorry....'

'it's alright, darlin' it's alright…why are you naked?...were you weighing yourself again?'

you're nodding, sniffling, nuzzling your wet cheek to his chest. 'don't want to be like this anymore. want to eat steak with you and enjoy it.'

'you'll get there, alright? you'll get there. you've been doing so well. we had a meal together the other day, didn't we? it was sweet.' he’s smiling softly. it was one of your best dates yet.

you're nodding, smiling softly, thinking about the carnival date you two went on and how you took plenty of bites of all your favorite snack foods and didn't feel guilty or ashamed. you had fun. you enjoyed yourself. he's rubbing your back softly, pressing a kiss to your head. 'we just have to take it day by day. i'm right here. will always be right here.'

[shadow-660]

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⛧°.Kinda' new to digital art :3 . I remade one of my old Graves sketches I made in school. Just coloring and line art, next time i'll try to do a lil' more. [The 1. is the original, 2. is just me tryna' get it right in digital, 3. is the finished result + doodle :3 ].°⛧

[man1c-man1a]

I’m not inlove with Phillip Graves if someone or something breaks my heart I run to him we fuck crazy style and then we go back to punching each other the next day.

[man1c-man1a]

Alejandro lowkey was overreacting I wouldn’t mind if Graves detained my men honestly he could detain me too-

[fuckit-meme-time]

Does Graves speak any other languages? I know in the "Alone" mission he speaks..... A little Spanish. Does he have any knowledge of other languages?

Or does Reader? And Graves is finding another reason to fall in love with reader

I do not think Phillip is secretly fluent in a bunch of languages.

I think he is exactly the kind of man who has spent so much of his adult life traveling for work that he has picked up a strange little collection of useful phrases from everywhere he has been.

Spanish is definitely his strongest.

Growing up in Texas gave him a decent ear for it, and years around Spanish-speaking Marines, contractors, locals, and foreign personnel only added to that. His comprehension is much better than his speaking. He can usually follow the general direction of a conversation, especially if people are speaking clearly, and he catches way more than people expect him to.

Actually speaking it is another story.

His vocabulary is fairly basic, his grammar gets shaky the second anybody makes him form a complicated sentence, and the American accent is absolutely atrocious. 😭

Still, he knows enough to be useful.

Directions. Food. Greetings. Numbers. Basic questions. Military terminology. A respectable amount of profanity.

And, because he is Phillip Graves, an extremely suspicious amount of vocabulary devoted to flirting.

Years of being stationed overseas means his language education has basically been assembled by Marines, interpreters, bartenders, and whatever local guy noticed twenty-something Graves staring at a pretty woman and decided to help him out.

So Phillip will casually know how to say things like beautiful girl, pretty eyes, or buy you a drink? in a language where he otherwise cannot ask a follow-up question to save his life.

He has absolutely used this to his advantage.

Not since you, obviously.

Now it mostly means you occasionally hear your husband say something surprisingly smooth to a waiter or security guard while traveling and immediately turn to him like, Where the hell did that come from?

Phillip just shrugs.

He has scraps of other languages too.

Enough to say hello. Enough to thank someone. Enough to ask where a building is on a foreign base or tell somebody to wait there. Enough to recognize certain words being shouted across a room. Enough to know when somebody standing twenty feet away has made the unfortunate assumption that the American cannot understand the insult they just threw at him.

That is probably his favorite.

Phillip does not even need to answer in the language.

He just looks over. Smiles with those pearly whites. Suddenly everybody remembers Commander Graves has spent a lot of time outside the United States.

But none of that is fluency. Phillip knows the difference.

Which is exactly why I think discovering that you genuinely speak another language would do something terrible to him.

Maybe he knows you studied a foreign language in school, but he assumes that means you can order coffee and vaguely ask where the train station is.

Then the two of you are traveling one day and somebody speaks to you.

You answer without hesitation. Not slowly sounding out words. Not translating in your head.

Just speaking.

Phillip goes completely silent.

Because competence is already one of his favorite things about you, and now his wife is effortlessly doing something he has spent years only becoming passable at.

He watches the whole conversation with that sharp little stare of his, gum tucked into his cheek, head tilted slightly like he is reassessing you.

You finish. Turn back. And he is still looking.

After that, it becomes another thing he is obsessed with.

He likes hearing you speak it even when he has no idea what you are saying. He likes the change in your voice and cadence. He likes watching other people realize you understand them.

He especially likes it if you know Spanish better than he does, because correcting Phillip Graves’s pronunciation becomes one of the few situations where he will happily let somebody bruise his ego.

Mostly because the person doing it is his wife.

And because every time you roll your eyes and repeat the word properly, Phillip is thinking significantly less about language acquisition and significantly more about how pretty you sound when you are smarter than him.

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[codthrow]

unglam graves 🙂‍↔️

[cod-dump]

Nik far prefers older cars. Harder to track, harder to hack, and sometimes more reliable. He enjoys keeping them up and running as long as he can.

Graves gives off the vibe of some guy with the latest model pick-up truck with the bells n whistles and all. At least that was Nik's idea of an American PMC commander with too much money. Something black and shiny with horrendously bright headlights.

But no. When a low-level mechanics problem forces Nik's bird down on a ShadCo base as he's flying from Mexico, he discovers exactly the sort of vehicle this blond American asshole drives, and it's worse than Nik.

It was the commander's day off, but Nik's landing brought him in faster than home cooking (so he heard from the Shadows). He hears the truck before he sees it. The Ford is bright red, creaks like an old rocking chair, and there's something rattling in the bed. She looks about 60 years old, but Nik is forced to concede that she runs beautifully, and he can't find a spot of rust in her paint.

And then he is forced to concede he will need to look under the hood and take a ride if the commander allows it. He'd better not tell John....

mhmmmmmm~~~

Love the thought of Graves loving his fancy, shiny new cars, but also having a passion in restoration of vintage vehicles. He'll find abandoned projects and he'll give his all into making them whole again. And he his gorgeous, classics and his hybrids of old and new just because he can and money isn't a problem.

He knows the kind of man that Nik is and decides to put his charm on and grabs his sexiest, favorite restored truck to meet this man. It's on purpose, he has a shit eating grin when he sees Nik admiring his handy work. And he let's the pilot poke around, not everyone gets the pleasure, just so he can watch that man bend over and mutter with how good this Ford runs.