#pricegraves

[cod-dump]

Laswell: What the FUCK possessed you to start sleeping with PHILLIP GRAVES of all people???

Price: I urm...

~weeks earlier~

Price: You're an obnoxious waste of everyone else's oxygen.

Graves: Mmhm. Bet it'd feel real good holding me down and fuck me so good I can't talk back, though.

~present~

Price: I have no good explanation.

Laswell: This is why I'm gay. I fucking hate men.

[t00manybucketz]

PriceNikGraves who go out drinking one night. The original plan was to talk mission planning over a pint after a begrudging alliance. All three of them hate eachother equally, but can put it aside for atleast a night to work in some sort of unison.

Who knew inviting a Russian who could outdrink an elephant would make it all go to shit so quickly?

Price. Price knew. He'd assumed the man would have SOME semblance of self-control, but again. Russians. Best qualities and worsts and whatever the fuck. And Graves? He's even fucking worse, attempting to out drink the man and then subsequently starting some sort of petty squabble with said man, to where Price has to drag them both out by the ears and scolds them like he's talking to roudy teenagers.

But, instead of it actually clicking in their minds that they have a lesson to learn, it ends with them piling ontop of the british man in the back of Nik's truck and unspeakable things happen. Things they do not bring up. Ever.

All three regret it in the morning for completely different reasons.

[ilikebuffmen]

Nikprice x Graves is steady romance with heavy flirting, along with redemption .

Ghoap x Graves is begrudgingly acceptance and slow redemption and ever slower romance.

Alerudy x Graves is starting with pure physical attraction and hatred, no redemption and no remorse, with a chuck of toxicity, then 3/4 in maybe a speck of romance if any. ‘I will fuck as much as I want and then i’m hunting you for sport then skin you alive’ mixed ‘missionary so we can continuing arguing’ personified. Literally so much tension that if it had a physical form they would choke each other out with it. With Alejandro and Rodolfo, it’s nice and sweet with each other meetings are done, there’s peace…but when Phillip enters a room?

Arguments. Loud arguments that can last for hours and they end up not even knowing what they were arguing about in the first place. Snide remarks and curses left and right. A right hook on a good day, full on fighting on ground: punches, kicks, everything on a normal day, on the bad… no one likes to talk about it. At the end of the day (sometimes in the middle), they’re dragging him out and they’re probably not gonna be seen for atleast another 30 mins, no one knows if they’re fighting or fucking (most are pretty sure of both).

[laswells-ashtray]

"I can be quiet, I can be plenty quiet."

John can't help but laugh, a loud deep belly laugh at the sheer sincerity in the other man's voice.

Phillip Graves thinks he can be quiet.

"If someone put a ball gag on you, you'd chew your way out of it. Your mouth never stops moving. You wouldn't know quiet if it slapped your arse and bent you over."

No one can ever accuse John of being a liar because the very first thing the Texan does is sputter his way through a denial, cheeks flushed and cock half hard.

[rubyfirenight]

Ghost and Shadow 2-1 are teamed up on an op. They are both currently waiting for exfil, and the rest of the operatives to make it to exfil. Shadow 2-1: Ghost: Shadow 2-1: Sooo.....? Ghost: *tilts his head to look at him* Mhm? Shadow 2-1: When do you think our dads are gonna start fuckin'? Ghost: What are you on about?

Shadow 2-1: Seriously? You haven't noticed the 'please fuck me' eyes they give each other across the hanger?

Ghost: The fookin wot? Shadow 2-1: And the stares they give each other when they think the other isn't looking? Don't get me started on their weird sense of flirting! Ghost: *deadpanned* I want to go back to blissful ignorance. Shadow 2-1: Like, all of us Shadow's have a bet going on to see when they're going to get together and where their gonna do it. Ghost: Oh god, I don't want to think of my Captain like that. Shadow 2-1: Just saying. There's like four grand to win, man. Think 3-2 bet his 401k on it? *Later, back on base* Ghost: *Aggressively staring at Price and Graves* Roach: Why is Ghost glaring at Cap and Graves? Gaz: Suds, what's your boyfriend doing? Soap: Don't ken, hey! The fock are ye doin', Lt? Ghost: Shhhh... Price: *Makes a vague threat* Graves: *Grabs his belt loops and flirts aggressively* Price: *Gets out of his hold and aggressively flirts back* Price & Graves: *Flusted 'please fuck me' staring* Ghost: Fuck.

Ghost: *Walks over to the Shadows* Ghost: 300 quid by the end of the week. Shadow 2-1: Will that be Cash or credit? Ghost: The keys to the ammunition store. Shadow 3-2: Ah! A man of culture! You know that was the original suggestion, but these barstards WOULDN'T LET ME DO IT! Shadow 4-3: Because last you had the keys, YOU BURNED DOWN THE WHOLE KITCHEN!!!

[tanked-up]

Ghost: This is going to go south so quickly

Gaz trying to lighten up the mood: I’m like 80% sure this won’t explode on us

Soap carrying some mini bombs he crafted with the new recruits: Either way there’ll be an explosion, and-

Gaz: You’re here for it, yes yes we know

Soap putting on some protective equipment: I’m shitting on the consequences this time.

Ghost taking out his phone: The blame will not fall on me this time, fuck this.

Gaz: Are we gonna ignore Graves who’s strapped in surrounded by the bombs…

Price: WHERE THE FUCK IS GRAVES AND WHY IS MY OFFICE FILLED WITH SMOKE

Graves: IF YOU DON’T HIT THAT DAMN BUTTON AND EXPLODE ME RIGHT NOW.

PRICE: DYING WILL NOT SAVE YOU THIS TIME USONOFABITCH

Soap: Should I-

Ghost: No you are not gonna strap Price as well.

Gaz struggling to hold Price away from getting to Graves: That could be an option

[crabdrabbles]

Words: 900 Ship: PriceGraves A/N: Set during the breakout mission in MW2. This is literally just crack treated seriously. Hidden marriage, anyone? Original Thread.

When Soap had managed to grapple up the wall of the side of the base, the last thing he expected was for Gaz to be the one to grab his outstretched hand and haul him up onto solid metal.

Now, that alone was a surprise enough. What only confused him and Ghost more, however, was the fact that Gaz very much seemed to be on his own. "Where's the Capt?" Soap asked, voice raised over the sound of gunfire and quickly peering over the wall as if the answer would present itself to him.

"I'm gonna be really honest with you," Gaz replied, looking somewhat sheepish and concerned rolled in one. "I've not a fucking clue. He broke off from the rest of us, said he 'had a plan' and I've not seen him since." The timing of the front gates to the compound opening up was somewhat comical.

Standing there, in all his pissed off glory, was none other than John Price. His entrance seemed to capture the attention of nearby Shadows and Soap was already raising his weapon to try and protect his clearly suicidal Captain-- but stopped. So did many of the Shadows closest to Price.

They stared at the Captain. He stared back, face mophing into a horrendous scowl. Ghost, Gaz, Soap and whatever remaining Vaqueros remained on the wall (Alejandro and Rudy included), stared in a growing cocktail of shock, confusion and borderline mortification when the Shadows saluted. Saluted. Saluted at John Price as he stalked past like a man on a mission-- like they all knew the man.

"Phillip fucking Graves!" Price shouted, his voice booming and echoing loud enough across the compound that slowly any Shadows still firing weapons stopped. Like a damn spell.

"Phillip, get your sorry arse out here!"

"... I think I hit my head when I fell out the heli." Gaz whispered beside him and Soap would have to ask him about that later because right now, he felt like if he blinked he would miss whatever the hell was unfolding in front of him.

Soap himself thought that he may have been an actual victim to his blood loss earlier and all of this was some sort of lucid dream when, as if summoned by the dark arts, Graces appeared from one of the nearby buildings. He looked sheepish. Sheepish and embarrassed like he had been caught doing something that he shouldn't have.

"H-Honey plum!" The sergeants exchanged glances, mouthing 'honey plum' to each other with raised eyebrows. Gone was the PMC Commander. Gone was Phillip 'I don't make threats, I make guarantees' Graves and in his place was some... timid chastised child.

But honey plum?

"What are you doin' here?" Graves continued, gravel crunching beneath his boots as he approached the furious SAS Captain. "I-I'm, well, a little busy at the moment, pumpkin--" Ghost turned away from the scene and Soap was about to ask if he was alright when he saw it.

Price reared back, his expression thunderous, as he pulled his arm back and punched Graves square in the face. Soap spluttered in growing horror and he could hear Alejandro cursing up a biblical nightmare. From the way Graves stumbled, it was very obvious that Price didn't hold back. Graves staggered back a few steps, hand instinctively coming up to cradle the side of his face that had made good friends with Price's fist.

"Sweetie pie--"

"Sweet talking ain't gonna work this time, Graves, you put a hit on my men!"

"Honey--" Price looked ready to punch him again.

"On your husband's men!" Everyone froze. The Vaqueros stopped. Soap, Gaz and Ghost stopped in their tracks. "This is like some telenovela." Rudy murmured behind them and Alejandro hummed in agreement beside him. Husband? Husband? Not only was Price married, he was married to Graves?

He was married to Phillip fucking Graves. Shadow Company Commander. The man that took over Alejandro's base, that hunted Soap and Ghost through Las Almas like dogs. That Graves.

"I was only following orders, sugar plum, I didn't know they were yours--" Wrong thing to say. Price looked like he was winding up to punch him again and Graves held up his hands in surrender.

"So you were gonna kill members of the SAS?!"

"No! No, sweetie, hey, why don't you and I take this somewhere private where the kids ain't watching--"

The kids? Did Graves just call the other Shadows the 'kids'? Oh God. This was fucking priceless.

"I'M GONNA MAKE THEM WATCH ME DIVORCE YOU." Soap peered over the edge of the platform and managed to catch the eye of a few Shadows waiting at the bottom. Their weapons were lowered as they watched the unfolding scene and they offered a shrug of their shoulders at Soap, who returned the gesture. Clearly nobody currently knew how to deal with the situation and right now watching a lovers' spat seemed much more ideal than killing each other.

"What happened to 'death do us part'?!"

"I'll fucking kill you and make it death do us part!"

So John Price was married. To Phillip Graves. And, stupidly, Shepherd thought that making Graves unknowingly kill his husband's men was a good idea. Soap didn't know whether to be relieved or stressed about it. From the way Price began to threaten castrating Graves, he imagined that the former was better than the latter.

[neonnewsfeed]

Price: Truly taking after me. Gaz: Shut up! I’m NOT. Price:Defensive. Gaz: SHUT UP. Price: Hey, hey—calm down, you’re only halfway there. All you need now is a Russian arms dealer who’s weirdly obsessed with you. Gaz: Absolutely not. Price: It’s called character development, son.