Inspired by another fic
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/45344629#main
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Phillip Graves. Soon to be Phillip MacTavish.
Or so he hoped. He feared the silver ring decorating his ring finger meant nothing to the man that had bought the ring for him. He stared at his hand on the smooth plastic of the table he was sitting at in some restaurant near base, he had planned to bring soap out for a nice dinner for Valentine's Day but he was quickly shut down by the common excuse of him having paperwork and reports to fill out. The excuse that graves had grown rather familiar with over the last 3 years of being with soap.
he didn't understand why soap had randomly started making excuses on why he couldn't do things with graves. It wasn't everyday that John did this but it was every other day. Graves wasn't as gullible as MacTavish thought he saw right threw the pathetic excuses and lies. I mean, everyone on base must know by now. Everyone knew about the sergeants relationship with his lieutenant.
It's so obvious! And he hates how John thinks he to stupid to realize he's being cheated on by his soon to be husband.
Graves sighed, slouching in the plastic chair he sat in.
He lifted his hand slightly, examining the metal as it shimmered beautifully in the glimmering moonlight that sunk through and shined on people from the large windows across the restaurant.
Graves was ready to go home. His home, not the 141's base. Not shadow company's barracks. His home. The home that was no longer his, but his and soaps, a sad reminder of his failing relationship. One of many, just another thing to throw away into the dark pit of his heart and force himself to believe he's loved by the Scot.
But oh he knew he was wrong, Graves was almost always wrong. A hopeless romantic his mother had called him after his first engagement hadn't worked out and he was left to the dogs on the cold streets of the texas winter.
Oh how disappointed she would be in him if she knew, oh if she knew yet again another one hadn't worked out and even worse, this time it was with a man. No, no, Soap being a man wasn't the problem. Oh, not at all. It's just that, well, his mother isn't too fond of the idea of graves dating people he works with. As she assumes it will mess with his head on the field and end up with him dead. Though Phillip isn't that stupid. He knows to put work on the field and his safety before his relationships.
Graves fixed his posture and cringed as he heard the noise of his stiff back crackling as he straightened himself up in his seat.
Fuck he was not excited to go back to base. Not at fucking all.
Graves could feel the judging looks from the other people that had gathered in the same restaurant as he had, the glares burning his skin as if they were holding lighters to his skin. Shame flowed over his body as he looked around the room. Multiple pairs of eyes on him and the empty chair in front of him. A small box was sat beside him on the table, a gift for soap, a bracelet he had shown graves online. He recalls the look of disappointment in soaps face, the sadness in his voice as he spoke to graves about how he'd never got the chance to buy it while it was still in stock. Apparently it was a matching set, two of the same bracelets, the same charm just one was a different colour. A sage green hue, the other a baby blue.
Perfect graves had thought as he found the simple bracelets in a jewelry store he had visited awhile ago while out on 'a supply run' with price. Price had helped pick out the colour for soap. Graves appreciated it.
Now Phillip was the one disappointed.
'I bet ghost got him the same damn bracelet.'
He thought to himself as he stared at the box.
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Graves stared at himself in the old mirror in the private bathroom he was privileged with. He stared at the redness in his eyes, sleep deprived from waiting late at night for soap to return to make sure he made his way back home safely and at least in one piece. Though the sergeant wouldn't care enough to waste his oh so precious beauty sleep to make sure his soon to be husband was home and well.
As if Graves went out to do much anyways.
