#osmond oz ryan

[laswells-ashtray]

I personally really like the idea of the Shadows being kinda like Phillip's lil family. So...

On an op before 141, the fucker gets injured pulling a Shadow away from a rotting patch of wooden floor while sweeping an old church. He lands himself a fractured ankle, splinters quite literally up the ass, and bruising like a bitch after falling through the floor himself.

So nothing too bad.

He comes off the comes off the painkillers to a hoard of puppy-eyed men in various stages of uniform dress.

Blah blah blah fluff happens

His ass hurts. It shouldn't be his first thought but his ass hurts. The same way it did when he took a drunken tumble down a flight of stairs as a teenager and bruised half of his damn body. He knows that after that shitshow of a job [that they'd been paid an abysmally low amount for given the conditions] he had showered, changed into sweatpants, taken some good quality fucking painkillers and he conked out on the closest surface.

Which he now realises is the old ass couch they all collectively refuse to get rid of despite its various stains and the knife stuck in one of its legs. He blinks before rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. There are at least five Shadows around him, maybe six. They might be multiplying.

Oz catches his eye and he looks far too amused for someone that still owes him ten dollars and a Costco hotdog, but he'll bring up that bet later.

"Feeling alright, commander?"

He stares back at the man with an unamused look, pushing himself up into a sitting position. He was being watched like he was holding a bag of fries and he'd just stepped into pigeon territory.

"Fuck are you starin' for? Oz, if there's a dick on my face-"

"There isn't, couldn't take one of the kids into doing it. Just wondering if you're hungry because you took those painkillers on an empty stomach then passed out half-dead."

Damn right, none of the younger Shadows would draw a dick on his face. They were too scared to, Oz? Not so much but he was stuck with the shithead at this point.

"Could go something. Mind telling me why you've got a small army of Shadows present for this conversation?"

"Well, Petrillo was here to look at your ankle while you were too unconscious to notice. Garfield is here to try and talk you into buying Chick-fil-A with company money. And-"

"My name isn't Garfield-"

"You hate Mondays. Anyway, and the kids are here because they've never seen you land on your ass like that before and wanted to check how you're doing but they're too scared to ask for themselves."

That checks. He looks around at the three younger Shadows who have all now decided to stop staring at him and instead at the floor.

"Christ, I'm fine. If you can't take a fall like that then you can't do the fucking job. And I'll pay for the Chick-fil-A but I ain't going to get it, drag your lazy ass to do it."

Only then does he notice the fact that there's a bag of frozen peas under his ankle.

[cod-dump]

Right of Passage

———

Fender: *kneeling on the kitchen floor shaking*

König: *leaning against the counter, waiting for the kettle to finish boiling*

Roze, walking in: Hey, Colonel- Fender? Are you alright?

Fender: THE COLONEL ALMOST STABBED ME

Roze: What-

König: He walked in, I didn’t hear him and he decided it was a good idea to try to scare me. He’s lucky I didn’t actually stab him

Fender, lays on the floor: I need a minute

(Later)

*a briefing had just ended and operators are coming in and out of the room*

Horangi: What’s with him?

Fender: *slumped over the meeting table*

Roze: Big guy almost stabbed him last night

Fender, quietly: With a butter knife

Horangi, laughing: That’s a KorTac right of passage! We’ve all been through it, isn’t that right?!

Conor: Good luck if he actually doesn’t get you!

Hutch: If he does then bad luck!

Fender:

Horangi, pulling down his shirt collar: He’s gotten me several times! Could say I’m riddled with bad luck but I think each new stab cancels out the old one. I’m pretty even right now!

Fender: … I’ve been with you people how long and I’m just learning about this?

Hutch: Only the cool kids know about it. Guess you’re a cool kid now!

Oz, into his radio in the corner of the room: Commander, these people are into weird shit-

[pampanope]

I wanted to draw some Oz appreciation.

I hc Oz and Hutch as hacker rivals/friends with similar interests (they’re both weebs lmaoo). Operators on their down tiiiime here

[candy616]

happy 07/04😅

Not his Birthday.

Featuring: Phillip Graves Osmond "Oz" Ryan Conor "Sunny" Oisin (Shadow 6-9) Owain "Bear" Arthur (Shadow 6-6) Kath Kandy (SC IT depdepartment) Mark "Marky Sharky" Thompson (Shadow 6-5)

sorry, Sunny, Bear, I'll make you handsome next time 😭

My friend showed me the joys of collecting dust Hot Wheels. I was buying humvees so my AC-130 wouldn't feel lonely and found this ridiculous monster truck.

[applbottmjeens]

Anna and Graves are back on their bullshit

(I'm drawing them again AAHH)

[lowkeyartdemon]

Where my Oz fans at??

[residentblackheart]

Classified Information

[phillip graves x f!character]

summary: osmond 'oz' ryan has decided to make a dating site profile for his dear friend phillip 'shadow 0-1' graves because said man had no interactions with a woman in so long. when he thinks he found the perfect woman he makes his friend of course go on a date.

their profiles below!

authors note: i've had the idea for this fic for such a long time but I am never sure if I should really start working on it. so I wanted to ask if anyone would wanna see this fic or at least the first scene that made me think of writing for them. (you can also see julie as reader I just suck at writing without a name)

[husk-studio]

Random character from CoD Osmond 'Oz' Ryan

And his backstory

[unclelarry151]

Current masterlist of taken characters! WE NEED CANON ROLEPLAYERS!!

Cpt. John Price | OPEN

Lt. Simon "Ghost" Riley | OPEN

Sgt. Kyke "Gaz" Garrick | OPEN

Sgt. Johnny "Soap" Mactavish | OPEN

Gen. Shepherd | OPEN

Kate Laswell | OPEN

Col. Alejandro Vargas | OPEN

Sgt. maj. Rodolfo Para | OPEN

Nikolai | OPEN

Farah Karim | OPEN

Alex Keller | OPEN

Valeria Garza | OPEN

Cmdr. Philip Graves | RESERVED

Jesus "Chuy" Ordaz | OPEN

Sobieslaw "Gromsko" Kościuszko | OPEN

Gustavo "Gus" Rodriguez | OPEN

Kleopatros "Kleo" Gavras | OPEN

Zé "Luna" Míngzhū | OPEN

Nila "Nova" Brown | OPEN

Enzo Reyes | OPEN

Zhiqiang "Zimo" Huang | OPEN

Daniel "Ronin" Shinoda | OPEN

Io | OPEN

Butch | OPEN

Arthur | OPEN

Tor "Aksel" Eriksen | OPEN

Calisto Allard | OPEN

Declan O'Conor | OPEN

"Fender" Takacs | OPEN

Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin | OPEN

Darnell "Hutch" Hutchinson | OPEN

"König" | OPEN

Rozlin "Roze" Helms | OPEN

Salvatrice "Stiletto" Muselli | OPEN

Sami "Zero" Zakaria | OPEN

Hiro "Oni" Watanabe | OPEN

Zosar "Zeus" Kalu | OPEN

Klaus Fisker | OPEN

Atom | OPEN

Ana Vega | OPEN

Izzy | OPEN

Osmond "Oz" Ryan | OPEN

Mila | OPEN

Velikan | OPEN

Mace | OPEN

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⠀⠀⠀   "   ante aciem.   "       

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ANTE ACIEM takes place pre-betrayal in an alternate universe in which monsters co-exist amongst their human counterparts. While the majority of the world’s population (and the military) is human, speciation has occurred to create a unique and diverse range of hybridization. 

We are a 16+ LITERATE roleplay server. All members are expected to write in a literate to advanced literate style. One-liners and unnecessarily short responses will not be tolerated, effort is expected to be placed into your replies. 

Come claim and create unique characters, monster and human alike.

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16+

literate to advanced literate/novella

MANY canon characters are open!!

SFW

more if i think of adding things to this

This server is new and a WIP, I would love help setting it up! We are in need of active members! <3

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[residentblackheart]

Chapter 1 — No Vest for Protection

summary — graves is forced on a blind date arranged by his friend osmond 'oz' ryan which he does reluctantly only to be surprised by the evolution of the first meeting.

warnings — age gap! inaccurate depiction of characters with a disability. cute golden retriever called pancake

word count — 4.5k words

authors note — this idea and chapter have been inspired by a tiktok I've seen like a year ago but I put a bit of my own spin on it especially when I was really EXCITED about writing this. the editing of this chapter received another 1k words after I was done with it. also english is not my first language, just wanting to make sure if there are some mistakes

Phillip Graves sat in his jeep in front of an unknown house, which apparently was supposed to belong to a young woman by the name Julie. Which was the only information that he had gotten from his friend. Phillip had no guns or back up to cover his back when he stepped out of his car. No one to help him feel more secure. No vest on his upper body to protect him from any sauntering bullets if he got attacked. No bulletproof glass that would take some time to break to save his life from any threats. No he was bare. As bare as he could be as a military man, he felt like a newborn child which had blood on his body and was as defenseless as any baby could be after being brought into life. He had hid a combat knife in the compartment for any troubles and a gun was somewhere in the car where no one would expect it. Important was that he was without any military gear on his body and in front of a house which he had not scoped out, inhabited by an unknown suspect which he had not searched up in the American Data Base pf Citizens. Oz had threatened him to take his Shadows away for a few weeks if he did search for her, Phillip did not want to risk it.

He inhaled deeply, closing his eye and leaning his head back against the headrest of his seat. Fingers grasping the leather wheel which he might be gripping tighter than he ever had before while his eyes were closed. A squeaking sound coming from the leather before he eased his fingers again. Spreading them trying loosen the bones and flesh. Biting his lip for a second before he nodded his head, opening the door of his jeep and stepping out of it. Hands going over his jeans as he felt sweat cover his hands in a faint layer. Phillip reached for his smartphone, pulling it out to look at the messages Osmond ‘Oz’ Ryan had sent him about the woman he was meeting. When he opened the chat they had with their private numbers he was met by a photo of his friend glaring at him through the screen. Phillip sighed, it seemed as if Oz knew that he he knew Phillip wanted to chicken out.

Stepping out of his Jeep he patted the door after closing it softly to not alert anyone lurking around. He might be paranoid but at least he would be safe from enemies when in their territory. Smartphone once again in his pocket as he stepped around the front of his vehicle, stopping before he touched the sidewalk with his shoes. He wanted to feel a vest covering him but he couldn’t. He was meeting a civilian and not a fellow military commander, Phillip felt wrong after all he was not used to civilian clothes for many years as he only ever wore what he always had at work. He was surprised he even had any normal clothes left in his closet but Oz seemed glad enough that he had jeans and not just combat pants.

He took a step onto the sidewalk and went to the door of the passenger seat so he could grab the flowers Oz had pushed into his chest before he had left to drive to Wimberley. He did not know the flower but it looked nice and would make the woman happy for sure. Rolling his tense shoulders as he loosened his body to not seem to strict or military when meeting someone for the first time. Phillip should have found something to do this weekend then he wouldn’t be in this predicament because he would be in his office and most likely working on reports but at least he wouldn’t have had to worry about his friend sending him on a date. Now he had pushed the reports to Monday and even if he had decided to make them today, he would most likely still have pushed them to Monday.

“Hey, Commander.”

“Oz, we’ve been workin’ together a long time now. Call me Phillip when we don’t work, I told you that enough times.”

“Sure.” Phillip saw the grin on the man’s face as the man stepped further into the room, brown eyes focused on slowly graying man while Phillip himself hunched over some files he had to go through. So when the buffer man let himself fall into the leather seat and let out a grunt Phillip stopped working, setting his pen down before leaning back in his seat with his eyes trained on his long term colleague and friend. “So that we got that out of the way, you have any plants for the weekend?”

“No, why?”

“I have some plans for you.” Phillip narrowed his eyes at Oz’s words, after all his friend acted more suspicious then he had ever seen him act this way. Oz pucked his lips together and let the air carry a low whistle. “There is this girl that wants to meet you. Real cute girl and very kind.”

“How does a girl know about me?” A chuckle left Oz at the question of his commander and friend. Oz smiled brightly as he leaned forward, elbow on his thigh while looking at his friend.

“I might have made you a dating profile.”

Stepping towards the house in the small town which seemed normal sized and enough for a small family but as far as he knew his date lived alone with her dog. He sighed, once he felt strands of hair sit in his face he pushed it back while walking towards the wooden porch of the house with his hands trying to figure out what they were supposed to do. Phillip no longer was used to walking without a vest, now he could not rest his hands in them whenever he walked or talked. Taking the few steps up the porch he could slowly heard the music in the house get louder with every step until he stood before the house door. Phillip thought about how Osmond Ryan had not even found someone he would be interested in, the music was something he would never listen to and now he was still stuck with going on a date with this person.

Righting his body he brought his weight onto one of his legs, shifting his weight around. Moving his lips for a second before pulling them between his teeth and ring the bell to the house. Hearing the echo in the house while the volume of the music lowered. Now waiting for the woman he was supposed to meet in front of her own door.

“Wait a second!” A female high pitched voice called out, the voice seemed higher than the casual tone but that might be because the woman supposed to meet him. He heard such tones often when interrogating because nervous people unconsciously changed their voice when they spoke. Barking of a dog also entered his ears as he stood before the door, fingers clamming around the stalk of the flowers. Phillip remembered the question Oz had asked him at a random time a few weeks before as if he had planned this date longer than he had even thought about Oz having created a profile for him.

“Do you like dogs?”

Having not understood the question which Oz suddenly had asked while the two of them were training he had stumbled over his words before coming to the conclusion that he liked dogs more than cats. Now Phillip realized why Oz had asked him because when he strained his ears he could hear the footsteps of the woman he was supposed to meet and a dog right at her side.

When the white wooden door opened he was met by a golden retriever that slipped through the open gap. Strutting around the middle-aged man, tail swinging around and hitting his leg softly as the golden retriever stopped to stand between his legs which he had made a bit of space for the dog. Phillip looked down at the dog between his legs who was still sniffing him but sat now, as Phillip looked behind him he could still see the tail wiggle before he looked up at the door which let a soft voice cut through the air.

“Pancake, come back in.”

Her voice gentle and caring as she moved her hand so that her dog, apparently called Pancake, would follow it. The golden retriever between his legs, where Pancake apparently felt warm and safe, looked up at him before rushing back into the house with little taps. The door opened fully and left Phillip to be met with a beauty young woman which she had not awaited. His eyes on her as she kept her hand on the dog the best way she seemed to be able to while the friendly creature sat at her side.

“Hello.” Her voice was soft and her face keeping a soft smile on her smile while her eyes were unfocused and seeming like they were looking past him when he practically stared at her face. She had dimples while smiling and the sun shining softly onto the ground and reflecting on her face showed that she had freckles all over her cheeks and nose. Her hand stayed on the inside of her door while the music continued to echo through the halls. Her smile wavering as if she was kind of embarrassed by the music because it was not her own. “I am Julie.” Julie held her hand out, at least he thought she was because it was slightly to the left of him but everyone made mistakes. “But you already knew that.” A soft chuckle left her as she tried to take her hand away but Phillip grabbed it with his own. A strong grip coming from him as he shook her hand.

“Phillip,” he said with a softer tone than what he was used to thanks to his branch of work, “Nice to meet you, Julie.”

“You too. The few times you messaged me were nice conversations, I loved talking to you. Made my day sometimes.” Phillip furrowed his eyebrows because Osmond Ryan had not mentioned any important conversations that they had but he also saw the slightly saddened expression even when she was smiling, if their conversations really made her day sometimes he really questioned what made her days that bad. Now he struggled to figure out what he was supposed to say, going on a date really was harder than any battle he had fought. He swallowed his spit, feeling his Adam’s apple move while he also tried not to destroy the flowers which he had for her.

“I got you some flowers.” Phillip held them out with one hand as they were clenched into a fist at his side before he pushed them out towards her. He watched Julie’s eyes stay where they were instead of on the flowers his comrade had decided on for the girl. His eyebrows furrowed as he saw her dog stomp twice which made Julie hold out her hand. Trying to find the flowers with her fingers until she met the petal of a flower with her fingertip and grasped the bundle.

“Thank you, these are my favourites!” Julie claimed while her nose was pressed into the flowers. She turned her head to look behind her in the hallway. Her expression having an uncertainty as she took a step back. “Do you wanna come in for a second, I just have to take this away and get Pancake ready.”

“Ready?”

“Oh,” her voice seemed saddened as he watched her with his trained eyes, uncertain about this interaction as he could not clearly understand her actions. “Of course I should ask if I can Pancake with me, we are never really separated and so I just thought—”

“No, it’s fine. She can come.”

“Thank you.” Phillip liked her bright smile when he had confirmed that she could have her dog with her. “I will be right back, don’t mind the music. My best friend is currently listening to some.” She turned around, looking down at her dog and talking to her before she walked away from him and deeper into her own home. “Come on Pancake.”

Phillip watched her walk down the white hall, at least he could not identify any colours on the walls with the sunlight shining into the house and his squinting eyes. Pictures were strung along the wall but he could not identify anything in them while not standing in the house. Furniture was set to one side while the other mostly seemed free. He leaned against the railing of the porch. He did not know if this house was trapped or if am enemy wanted him to fall for the little lady that seemed to innocent and kind to be in any a group of troublemakers but he could also remember that she had not once looked at him which could radiate guilt or fear. Deciding to stay outside of the house of a lone lady showed respect to her.

“I will just wait here,” he called after her into the empty hall as he turned his head to look around the neighbourhood. Feeling eyes on him he looked directly into the direction behind him. Back up might have been a better decision because the way the people across the street were staring at him he was not sure if they wanted to murder him or hated the house and the inhabitant.

Phillip saw an elderly woman and a young man, who seemed like her son or grandson, on the sidewalk across the road and raised his hand to wave at them as he had been taught by his mother at a young age. Both of them looked conflicted at him, turning their heads without giving him a sign of acknowledgment and continuing to do what they were doing ahead of them stopping to stare at him and the house. His smile fell slightly, he felt more unease than he usually would when meeting anyone at a bar to have a hook up with.

“We’re ready!” Julie called out as she stopped in front of him again, her friend behind her at the end of the hall where Phillip could see her lurking with a glare on her hardened face. Glancing down he saw the golden retriever on a leash with a vest around her body, his eyes narrowed as he let them go back to her face while she seemed to retract something in her hand, something that was longer before.

“What is that for?”

“Just in case of us going on a walking,” she replied with a soft expression, “After all I don’t know where we’re going or what we will be doing.” Her face was turned away from him even though it seemed that she had directly spoken to him which confused him as he tapped his hands on his hip where he had placed them.

“No, really what is the cane for?” Phillip asked as if he was not a military man with one of the greatest educations because how did he not figure out that she could not see after their first interaction, he really questioned his abilities of finding out stuff even though he is known for interrogations. When his eyes went back to her cane, his eyebrows slowly raised and his eyes widened as he seemed to realize why she held the cane and her eyes were never on his face. Blue eyes going down to the adorable dog who had the vest on were it was written on that the owner was visually impaired.

“I am blind,” she whispered as if forcing the words out, her throat feeling rough as her voice was not as sweet as it was before. “I cannot see anything, well I can see that there’s some light and darkness but that truly is it. Did you not know?” Phillip listened to her tone of voice, her knew what people sounded like when they were made insecure and he never wanted her to feel that way when she was a literal sunshine. It seemed sad even when he could not understand why she was so sad, after all it was not really her fault for being visually impaired. “I asked my friend to add it to the profile so no one else would just come and go.” Her voice sounded broken as he looked at her before looking past her at the friend with a big grin on her lips as if she had planned for this exact scenario.

Julie’s face seemed to try to hold in her sadness. Tears in her eyeballs as he watched her try to blink them away while she seemed to bite down on the inside of her cheek, though a small tear trailed down her cheek which she tried to secretly wipe away. Phillip should have realized, his hand reached out for her own which fiddled with her clapped in cane. Her cold hands now being warmed by his.

“It’s no problem, really.”

“No, no. We don’t have to do this.” She shook her head. “Guys don’t wanna go out with a blind girl,” she whispered as she dropped his hand from her own and took a step back from him as if she burned him. “I can ask my friend to go with you, I’ll just tell her it is like always.”

“Always?”

“No one wants to go out with someone that cannot see.”

“I don’t care about that,” he said as he kept his eyes on her. His eyes flicking everywhere before he saw soft movements on her face, her eyelids fluttering as if she had never heard such words be uttered. “I am here to get to know you better, otherwise I wouldn’t have messaged you.” He watched a bright smile grow on her lips as she took a step forwards, hands tightening around her cane before she held one out to his position the best she could.

“It’s nice to meet you Phillip, you are the first man to accept me,” Julie told him. His hand clasping her own before he brought it to his lips and brushed his lips against the back of her hand like the gentleman he was supposed to be. As if they were in an old fairytale and he was Prince Charming.

“It is my pleasure.” Phillip was thinking about the possibility of him knowing that she was visually impaired. If only Oz had allowed him to search Julie up when he had talked about her for the first time. Even just before he started to make his way from the base just so that he would be prepared but Osmond Ryan wanted him to have a chance with a woman for the first time in his life without having to worry about anything and yet made the first meeting more complicated than it had to be. “So are you two ladies ready?”

“Sure. Madison, I am going on a date!” Julie called out as she turned to her own home with a bright smile on her face and the light brightening her fogged eyes.

“What?!” a louder and agitated voice called out which echoed through the mostly empty hallway and entered his ears outside of the house. Phillip rolled his eyes at the voice of the woman while Pancake turned to look up at him while the voice grew louder with every passing second until Julie and another woman with short brown hair arrived at the front door. “I am so happy for you!” Phillip saw lies of the woman on her face, her expression did not match her tone and as she looked at the strawberry blonde beauty at her side she was practically snarling at the oblivious woman. “Someone actually willing to go out with you, even though I forgot to mention you’re blind in your profile.”

“Right!” Julie exclaimed, a big smile on her lips as she had her head turned to her friend and clapped her hands together. The glare her friend shot at her seemed was ignored by her because she could not see it. Her expression changed as soon as she turned her head to look at him. A smile on her face appeared and her eyes narrowed slightly before she took a step forward and wrapped a hand around his arm. A growl leaving the golden retriever while Phillip also took his hand and pushed her away. “Stop it Pancake, Phillip is nice.” She turned back to him while he had his eyes narrowed at her friend. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine, so we good to go?”

“We’re good!” Julie replied before she rattled her key in her hand and closed the door behind her, locking it before walking down the porch with Pancake. The leash wrapped around her hand and a bit of her arm as she walked with Pancake while Phillip and her mean friend stayed because her friend pulled him back when he wanted to follow.

“Why not go with me? I could give you such a better time of day,” the brunette woman at his side whispered as she leaned into him. Harsh red lips near his mouth while she had a smirk on her lips and seduction in her brown eyes, eyes which were not as innocent as the ones of her friend which he was here to see and not attractive to him. “Boring Julie has no experience.”

“Thanks,” Phillip mumbled before he pushed her away once again, “But I know what I want.”

“You will leave the second she talk enough, no one ever likes Julie!”

“Are you coming?” Phillip was glaring at the brown-haired girl which had a real ugly personality before he turned his head to look at the girl whom his friend had decided would be the perfect date for him. Eyes softened and a grin stretching his face as he took the few steps down from her porch and towards her and her cute dog. When he stopped at her side he touched her elbow softly after letting her know that he would do such a thing, watching her friend flee from the scene as if she was a criminal from the corner of his eye.

“You wanna drive?” He asked to ease the tension which had been created by her friend trying to get him to leave Julie alone. Phillip kept his eyes on the friend who left Julie alone with him without a single goodbye and anger in every stomp she took.

“I don’t have a drivers license,” Julie replied. Phillip chuckled as he thought about her forgetting she could not see when he had asked her if she wanted to drive.

“Bunny, you cannot see.”

“Oh yeah. Sometimes I forget that.” Julie chuckled softly as she tried to hide her smile with her hand. A smile which made him feel helpless even more than any stress inducing situation in battle. He would rather be confronted by grenade than not see this smile again on their date. Maybe this day without the vest and protection wouldn’t be that bad when he had her as his companion.

“I like your smile, don’t hide it.” Phillip watched her cheeks turn the color red before she swiftly turned to look away from him as if he would not be able to see the affect the words had on her.

“I really should say goodbye to my frie—”

“She already left.”

“Oh.” Julie bowed her head while he watched her before she stopped and grasped his hand with her smaller and colder fingers as they still had contact at their elbows and she just let her hand fall to his. “You don’t have a problem with loads of dog hair right?”

“No issue.” His hand went to the back door of his car as he told Julie to let Pancake get off the leash so the dog could jump into the back. Phillip saw a blanket in the back of the car as he remembered Oz talk to him about it when he had pushed it into him with the flowers.

“You might need it.”

Phillip was hoping that Oz had not looked her up at this point, Julie seemed sweet and he did not really want to know anything that he did not need to know without her knowledge. If he never saw her again after this day, the information would be unneeded even if he did search up all all his hook ups with the same principle. He wanted to get to know her the way she wants him to know her.

“Pancake can get in and then I will help you into the jeep.”

“You drive a jeep?” Julie asked loudly as she clapped her hands together as if she entertained a child. After letting Pancake jump into the back of the car he helped her while her eyes beamed with excitement.

“Yeah, what did you think?”

“Well I thought it would be one of these rich cars, after all you’re a CEO.”

Phillip chuckled as he took her hand softly into his. Opening the passenger door for her as he slowly lead her, letting her know that she should take a step without taking the work from her.

“Thanks,” she whispered as she settled into the slightly too big seat before she reached her hand back to find the seatbelt. Phillip wanted to help her but stopped himself when an excited sound left her after finding it. “Found it, you can now go to your seat Phillip.” He smiled softly as he watched her trying to find the buckle.

He closed the door softly and walked around the front of the car, he seemed more at ease than previously. The weight of the vest which he was not wearing long forgotten, the gun he did not have at his side not needed to be used and the knife which he had hidden not being found. When he opened the door and sat in his seat where he had first thought about his dilemma, he put on his seatbelt and wrapped his fingers around the leather wheel while turning his head to look at the house again. View now occupied by the blind woman sitting at his side while still trying to find the buckle.

A soft chuckle left him as he tilted his head while watching her. Her hands trying to feel for it before he took her hand and lead it to the place it had to go without pushing her to be faster. Julie smiled softly before sticking the end into the construct.

“Thank you, Phillip. Usually I am better at this, just a new enviourment.”

“Don’ worry ‘bout it Doll, it’s no issue for me.”

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tagging people that commented under the original post idea: @wunder-blunder, @dansedesdragons, @shadow-0-8

[residentblackheart]

DATA RIFT!

PHILLIP GRAVES x ORIGINAL FEMALE CHARACTER

pompt: osmond 'oz' ryan has decided to make a dating site profile for his dear friend phillip 'shadow 0-1' graves because said man had no interactions with a woman in so long. when he thinks he found the perfect woman he makes his friend of course go on a date.

[ AO3 ]

warning: blind date au, age gap (28 & 41), original female character, civilian x military man, inaccurate depiction of a character with a disability, insecure!phillip graves, insecure!original female character

Part 1, no vest for protection Part 2 Part 3 more to come

EXTRAS

── .✦ julie's dating profile ── .✦ phillip's dating profile

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@cod-dump @pampanope please give this a read, it's delightful

I personally really like the idea of the Shadows being kinda like Phillip's lil family. So...

On an op before 141, the fucker gets injured pulling a Shadow away from a rotting patch of wooden floor while sweeping an old church. He lands himself a fractured ankle, splinters quite literally up the ass, and bruising like a bitch after falling through the floor himself.

So nothing too bad.

He comes off the comes off the painkillers to a hoard of puppy-eyed men in various stages of uniform dress.

Blah blah blah fluff happens

His ass hurts. It shouldn't be his first thought but his ass hurts. The same way it did when he took a drunken tumble down a flight of stairs as a teenager and bruised half of his damn body. He knows that after that shitshow of a job [that they'd been paid an abysmally low amount for given the conditions] he had showered, changed into sweatpants, taken some good quality fucking painkillers and he conked out on the closest surface.

Which he now realises is the old ass couch they all collectively refuse to get rid of despite its various stains and the knife stuck in one of its legs. He blinks before rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. There are at least five Shadows around him, maybe six. They might be multiplying.

Oz catches his eye and he looks far too amused for someone that still owes him ten dollars and a Costco hotdog, but he'll bring up that bet later.

"Feeling alright, commander?"

He stares back at the man with an unamused look, pushing himself up into a sitting position. He was being watched like he was holding a bag of fries and he'd just stepped into pigeon territory.

"Fuck are you starin' for? Oz, if there's a dick on my face-"

"There isn't, couldn't take one of the kids into doing it. Just wondering if you're hungry because you took those painkillers on an empty stomach then passed out half-dead."

Damn right, none of the younger Shadows would draw a dick on his face. They were too scared to, Oz? Not so much but he was stuck with the shithead at this point.

"Could go something. Mind telling me why you've got a small army of Shadows present for this conversation?"

"Well, Petrillo was here to look at your ankle while you were too unconscious to notice. Garfield is here to try and talk you into buying Chick-fil-A with company money. And-"

"My name isn't Garfield-"

"You hate Mondays. Anyway, and the kids are here because they've never seen you land on your ass like that before and wanted to check how you're doing but they're too scared to ask for themselves."

That checks. He looks around at the three younger Shadows who have all now decided to stop staring at him and instead at the floor.

"Christ, I'm fine. If you can't take a fall like that then you can't do the fucking job. And I'll pay for the Chick-fil-A but I ain't going to get it, drag your lazy ass to do it."

Only then does he notice the fact that there's a bag of frozen peas under his ankle.

[cod-dump]

Graves and his Shadows

I personally really like the idea of the Shadows being kinda like Phillip's lil family. So...

On an op before 141, the fucker gets injured pulling a Shadow away from a rotting patch of wooden floor while sweeping an old church. He lands himself a fractured ankle, splinters quite literally up the ass, and bruising like a bitch after falling through the floor himself.

So nothing too bad.

He comes off the comes off the painkillers to a hoard of puppy-eyed men in various stages of uniform dress.

Blah blah blah fluff happens

His ass hurts. It shouldn't be his first thought but his ass hurts. The same way it did when he took a drunken tumble down a flight of stairs as a teenager and bruised half of his damn body. He knows that after that shitshow of a job [that they'd been paid an abysmally low amount for given the conditions] he had showered, changed into sweatpants, taken some good quality fucking painkillers and he conked out on the closest surface.

Which he now realises is the old ass couch they all collectively refuse to get rid of despite its various stains and the knife stuck in one of its legs. He blinks before rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. There are at least five Shadows around him, maybe six. They might be multiplying.

Oz catches his eye and he looks far too amused for someone that still owes him ten dollars and a Costco hotdog, but he'll bring up that bet later.

"Feeling alright, commander?"

He stares back at the man with an unamused look, pushing himself up into a sitting position. He was being watched like he was holding a bag of fries and he'd just stepped into pigeon territory.

"Fuck are you starin' for? Oz, if there's a dick on my face-"

"There isn't, couldn't take one of the kids into doing it. Just wondering if you're hungry because you took those painkillers on an empty stomach then passed out half-dead."

Damn right, none of the younger Shadows would draw a dick on his face. They were too scared to, Oz? Not so much but he was stuck with the shithead at this point.

"Could go something. Mind telling me why you've got a small army of Shadows present for this conversation?"

"Well, Petrillo was here to look at your ankle while you were too unconscious to notice. Garfield is here to try and talk you into buying Chick-fil-A with company money. And-"

"My name isn't Garfield-"

"You hate Mondays. Anyway, and the kids are here because they've never seen you land on your ass like that before and wanted to check how you're doing but they're too scared to ask for themselves."

That checks. He looks around at the three younger Shadows who have all now decided to stop staring at him and instead at the floor.

"Christ, I'm fine. If you can't take a fall like that then you can't do the fucking job. And I'll pay for the Chick-fil-A but I ain't going to get it, drag your lazy ass to do it."

Only then does he notice the fact that there's a bag of frozen peas under his ankle.