Phillip Graves One Shots (X Reader) 18+

I'm Doing Fine

Based on A House in Nebraska by Ethel Cain

gn! (no use of Y/N)

Word Count: 658

Warnings: ANGST, allusions to depression, (Phillip isn't dead in this, he's just missing, HE'S STILL ALIVE TO ME!!!), not game accurate bc it's my fic & not Infinity Ward's

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Phillip Graves was your high school sweetheart, typical high school love in a small town.

The two of you had been inseparable since and every time he was deployed you were with him till he boarded the plane. His mom teased you about how much you two were glued at the hip. You both would write letters back and forth until he came home, waiting for that knock on the door where you would run and jump into his arms when he finally came back after being gone too long.

The Shadow Company had been called on a last-minute mission in Las Almas to help out, and Commander Graves was always ready to go help. As much as he hated to leave you, he was committed to his Company. He was always one to follow an order, the most recent one coming from General Shepherd who has requested the Shadows. Graves promised you it would be a quick mission, you wouldn't even notice he was gone.

Except for this time, it felt longer than most of Phillip's missions. The letters became more sparse and then one day he just stopped responding. You figured that it was just busy and he wasn't able to get away, or the letters got lost somehow, it was easier to think this than start to question if he was okay.

There was a knock at the door, the house felt cold and empty. You slowly got up afraid to see who was on the other side, praying it was Phillip. Instead, you were met with a man and woman in suits, their words mushed together after you heard "Commander Phillip Graves... missing in action", you refused to believe it. You knew he was smart, you knew he would come home, so where was he? What happened in Las Almas?

The following days were a blur, waiting for some kind of news that your Commander was okay. The phone rang, it echoed through the house, as you wandered over to answer hoping for some good news.

"How are you holding up dear", it was Phillip's mom. You had forgotten to call her to see how she was, she had beaten you to it.

"I'm doing fine" lying to her was easier, she was grieving too, and you didn't want her to worry about you when Phillip was missing.

"Oh dear, you don't have to lie to me, but I understand, it's a difficult time", she paused waiting for you to answer. Your voice felt too weak to attempt words as you held back tears. "I'll come over later, check up on you and the house, okay dear? We can have some dinner, have you been eating?"

"Not really, just some snacks around the house, I've been too worried", you were able to muster a response without fully breaking down.

"I'll bring some groceries over for you, okay? I'll see you later dear", you should be the one checking on her, but your mind was too busy thinking about where Phillip was and if he was safe.

You wandered into the living room, photos of you and Phillip scattered on the walls and shelves. You bent down picking one up, the two of you in high school, Graves was a jock, of course. You recalled sitting at his games, admiring him as he played. The memories brought the first smile to your face since the day you got the knock on the door.

As you waited for Phillip's mom, you found yourself in the field behind your house. You laid down in the grass, looking up at the sky. Desperation for him to come home took over your body as you now found yourself begging that wherever he was that he was safe, begging for him to be found and to knock on the door so you could run and jump into his arms again. You would do anything to hold him one more time.

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