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kneexcutter · 5 months

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Transformers 1 x reader

. Ngl I forgot abt it

Didn’t proofread

I followed the autobots to the boys home. Ironhide trailed behind me for the entire time. It was annoying. His spark will be the first I rip out once I find the allspark and deliver it personally to Lord Megatron.

His spark will be the first I rip out once I find the allspark and deliver it personally to Lord Megatron.

Sam's pheromones are everywhere; it's revolting. Do all humans get like that? That explains why the human female didn’t want to stay with Trent.

Optimus emitted a peculiar sound, transformed, and crossed into Sam's residence. Mikela tried to stop him, while Bumblebee transformed and tried to stop him as well. Ironhide transformed and slammed into the side of my vehicle.

I transformed and shoved him. “Do that again, and I’ll rip your helm off and shove it in your aft.”

“Oh, you pissed her off,” Jazz joked.

“It was rather unnecessary, Ironhide,” Racthet scolded him. Only to receive a dismissive wave.

With a growl, Ironhide glared at me with his optics. Returning the glare, I entered Sam's yard. "Autobot scum, such a waste of scrap."

When he saw all of us on his property, Sam became even more distressed. Which is strange because Trent's sire didn't appear to be bothered by me, but I was in my vehicle mode. Thus, I guess I can comprehend the fleshings' feelings.

Optimus crushed something beneath his pede (foot), causing the boy to yell in frustration. I crossed my restarlueus (arms) and grinned faintly. It's rather entertaining to watch the autobots being ordered to keep quiet, and they simply cannot comply with the boy's request.

“Do anything funny and I’ll kill you where you stand,” Ironhide grunted. I raised my servo and switched it into my cannon, shoving it into his helm.

“Why don’t I do an act right now.” I grimaced, shoving the so-called weapon specialist back a bit. I heard the medic and the tinier mech point their weapons at me. Bumblebee waved his servos signaling us to knock it off, he came up to us and shoved us both apart.

Bumblebee shook his helm side to side at me then turned to his comrades. I raised my optical ridge noticing a rodent making strange sounds at us. It then lifted its leg and let out lubricant on Ironhide’s pede (foot).

I laughed then covered my intake(mouth).

Ironhide grunted in disgust, flinging the rodent in the air slightly and pointed his guns at it. Sam shouted and picked up the rodent trying to shield it.

“You have a rodent infestation, shall I terminate?”

“No no no, this is not a rodent, he’s a chihuahua! This is my chihuahua, we love chihuahuas!” Sam frantically answered back.

“He leaked lubricantes all over my foot.” Ironhide grumbles.

“Oh, he peed on you? Bad Mojo, bad Mojo.” Sam says.

“Good Mojo.”

Ironhide fixed his gaze on me and huffed, putting his guns away. Sam looked between Ironhide and I then apologized to Ironhide again. “Sorry it’s a male dominance thing-“

Ironhide walked away from the boy complaining that his pede (foot) is going to rust. Sam quickly ran to his home and yelled at us to shut up and to go hide.

Optimus told the boy to hurry then told the autobots to recon.

I looked down at Mikela. “Mikela, what is that rodent chihuahua? Is it like your bigger rodent at your home?”

Mikela looked up at me, her face seemingly in a panic. “Uh- yeah, yeah, it’s a dog, and we have them as pets.”

“Ah, like a cybertrion hound, I understand,” I nodded my helm at her. Dogs were like the hounds from home, that makes better sense, they have similar characteristics.

Bumblebee moved away from me and crouched down to peer inside the Witwicky’s home. Optimus then gestured Mikela over and held his servo down for her to climb on. She got on while Optimus moved her to what I’m assuming to be Sam’s room. Optimus then told Sam to hurry.

This is embarrassing to watch.

Bumblebee came back towards me and transformed into his vehicle mode.

“I’m not a damn autobot.”

I noticed everyone else transformed into their vehicle modes. I shook my helm watching the pathetic insects. I should kill them now. Optimus then transformed back, going over to Sam’s window, Sam became annoyed by something and the prime began to become aggravated but apologized to the boy.

“Autobots fall back.”

The others changed yet again. I rolled my optics. Ratchet walked into something that led him to fall, and his big aft caused the electricity to go out in the vicinity.

The autobots were around Sam’s window practically dancing around trying to avoid something. I could hear the older human with the gut yelling at Sam. Optimus then told everyone to hide. While Bumblebee wriggled to avoid being seen by Sam's sire, I hunkered down next to him.

After he left, I changed my servo to a gun and pointed it in the direction of the boys' room. I sighed then changed my gun back to my servo. Bumblebee swatted it away and violently shook his helm.

“The parents are very irritating, can I take them out?”

“Ironhide. You know we don’t harm humans what is with you,” Prime scolded Ironhide.

“Well I’m just saying, we could. It’s an option.”

“I agree with the specialist Prime, the fleshlings are rather small and useless, killing them would be beneficial.”

“Humans deserve the right to make their own decisions, we don’t have the right to decide for them, harming them will do no good.”

They don’t harm humans? What a shame. I’ll harm the insect’s plenty enough later.

Optimus motioned for us to follow him while Sam and Mikaela went with his parents.

I changed into my vehicle mode and tailed Bumblebee. Sam appears to have glasses bearing the Allspark code; the only issue at hand is figuring out how to obtain it from the Prime. Enabling my com link would reveal my strategy, and I must win the trust of the autobots.

There was a light static through my radio. Someone was trying to contact me? I accepted the static line and heard Bumblebee. He's easier to understand this way for some reason.

Y/N: You really trust me that much?

Bumblebee: I trust that you’ll do the right thing

Y/N: I’ll do right for our home.

Bumblebee: With Megatron?

Y/N: He knows what he’s doing.

Bumblebee: So does Optimus.

Y/N: Dancing around a human? Like a fool.

Bumblebee: He wants the humans to be spared from our mistakes.

Y/N: Does it matter?

Bumblebee: It does. It was our fault our home was lost, the humans shouldn’t have to pay for our mistakes.

Y/N: Did Optimus tell you that?

Bumblebee: Is it obvious?

Y/N: Yes… what’s going on?

Bumblebee: Sam and Mikaela were taken by other humans.

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kneexcutter · 5 months

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Bumblebee x Reader

Film: TF5 The Last Knight

(Old- unfinished)

. Reader is an autobot

“Wait wait let me get this straight…her and him are like a thing? Romantically?” Izabella asked looking between the two bots as they conversed in whatever conversation they were having from outside Cade’s trailer.

Cade chuckled while sitting back on his couch with a beer in his hand,.“I guess you could say that… hey between you and me, Bee’s had a school girl crush on Y/N for years.”

Izabella snickers, “Really?”

“Psh trust me it was obvious.”

“It’s sweet,” Izabella says looking back at the two through the window. “It’s nice that they lasted this long together.”

“It’s embarrassing that’s what, don’t let that face fool you, Y/N was dense as a rock, she’s an ass kicker I’ll tell you that though, nothing gets past her.”

“So she’s tough shit huh,” Izabella hums in admiration. “I bet she keeps your ass in check.”

“You have no idea, hey kid come on lemme show you something,” Cade says, taking a final sip of his beer and placing it on the table before getting up.

The two head outside when a slightly large spaceship comes down hovering above the junkyard. Cade groans realizing that it was Daytrader’s ship. “I hope your fat ass has something good this time cause I’m tired of your shit man.”

Daytrader put his servo in his chest plate, “Okay ouch words hurt Cade.”

Drift rolled his optics walking towards Daytrader pointing his sword at him, “Have you found our ship yet? Or are you still twisting on helms with your everlasting nonsense?”

“What the hell, I barely understand what’s coming out of your mouth,” Daytrader says, trying to avoid the tip of Drift's blade while dropping the stuff in his back in the process.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you scoffed, crossing your arms as Daytrader made his way over to Cade.

His helm turned in your direction and a cheesy grin made way in his face, “Heyyy Y/N how’s it been? Still hanging with these guys, eh?”

“Do you have our ship?” You ask, narrowing your optics at the greasy mech not too far from you.

“Well not exactly but I did manage to find this.“

Daytrader dropped a head in front of Cade,

“Check out Starscream’s head, found it in Buffalo.”

You rolled your optics as you went forward to grab the head that Cade pushed off to the side, you picked the head up and examined it carefully.

It brought you back memories, memories not of war but of peace, where Starscream was not your enemy. But your friend. A friend that betrayed you in those beginning moments of the war.

“You alright N/N?” Hound asked.

Cade turned his head looking upwards at you, he could see the look on your face plate that showed your processing thoughts as you held Starscream's head in your servos. Cade never asked much about your past; he only learned things about you through observation and from the other autobots.

But he knew when you were stressed. He turned his head towards Daytrader who was just now at this point arguing with Drift and Hound.

“Check it out, new voice box for Bee,” Daytrader said, snapping you out of your locked gaze.

“It’s gonna work this time?” Cade asks, grabbing it from him.

“Oh yeah, that will do the trick,” Daytrader nods.

“Hear that Bee you’re gonna talk!”

Bumblebee began to play ‘You couldn't touch this’ through his radio and began to dance. You looked at him and couldn’t help but laugh. Bumblebee outstretched his servo to you, giving him a skeptical look. You took it and he spun you around and left you slightly startled.

You glanced down at Izabella coming around the corner, you greeted her with a nod of your helm acknowledging her presence. She smiled at you and walked towards you, you placed your servo down letting her climb on before lifting her up and placing her on your shoulder.

“What’s wrong?” You asked the human girl.

Pointing at Starscream's head, “Isn’t that the decepticon from the battle of Chicago?”

You hum, “Yes he was, he was an old friend of mine before the war.”

“Really?”

You nod, “Unfortunately, Megatron’s influence was quite strong; it won over Starscream’s in an instant… at least he’s with the Allspark now…”

“Aye don’t fret too much hun, I’m sure Starscream is looking up at ya,” Crosshairs said.

“Up?” Izabella questioned.

“Don’t worry about it too much sweetheart you’ll hurt yourself,” Crosshairs replied with a chuckle.

“Don’t listen to him,” you rolled your optics. “He’s a pain in the aft.”

“Aww, come on, without me who’d you stick with?”

“Bumblebee for starters.” You motioned towards your dancing partner.

Crosshairs rolled his optics and laughed, “The yellow bugger ain’t nothing special.

You gave him a questionable look before, “He helped me survive. That’s special enough for me.”

Bumblebee beeped at you walking up to you. He played a romantic you couldn’t understand but it made you smile at him.

Izabella smiled in awe. “How’d you guys end up together?”

Bumblebee played a string of audios through the radio, “Many times, she understood when Cybertron almost engulfed Earth.”

You nodded while placing Starscream's head on the ground. “In my defense, I didn’t understand the first couple of times he was trying to tell me.”

“Because of his voice box?” Izabella questioned.

“No, I didn’t understand the context of his confessions.”

Bumblebee whirled away from you in disbelief. He held his servo over his chest while shaking his helm. You chuckled, “I apologize Bee, but it was difficult.”

Izabella started to laugh loudly watching Bumblebee trying to explain his actions to you. Cade came from around the back and chuckled, “Bee after all that, you got love buddy that’s all that matters. You can be happy knowing nobody’s ever gonna call Crosshairs special the way Y/N just did for you.”

“Aye!”

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kneexcutter · 1 year

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Wreckings

Transformers Prime

Reader is presumed female

Reader is an autobot

“Hey Y/N!!!”

Miko yelled as she approached you, waving enthusiastically. You groaned as you shifted your gaze to the human child. Aside from Bulkhead and Wheeljack being on a mission, you'd assume Miko would join Bumblebee and Raph on whatever little trip they were on... yet she chose to stay with you in the base, alone. Ratchet was doing something only Primus knows what and clearly didn't want to be bothered, so you were the only bot Miko could torment.

“Yes Miko?”

Miko shone up at you from the small area the kids have on base, she stood on the couch while gazing up at you, Miko had a habit of doing that from time to time, it never troubled you personally, but it did make you wonder why she only gave you that look and not anybody else.

“So? I gotta know, on Cybertron how does like dating work?”

“Dating?” You tilt your helm in confusion.

“Yeah! Like ya know- if you have romantic feelings or relationships with anyone on your planet?”

“Oh! Well…” you shifted your optics towards Ratchet as he let out a slight chuckle still continuing his work. “Why don’t you ask Ratchet? He’s been around a lot longer than I have and I’m sure he could tell you all about that.”

Ratchet turned his helm with a scoff, “Don’t lump me into whatever that conversation is…”

“Ah come on Ratchet, I’m sure you had some femme look in your direction,” you said crossing your arms. “Maybe even a few mechs?”

Ratchet raised his optical ridge at you and you couldn’t help but cover your derma.

Miko laughed, “No offense Rach, but you don’t really look like a lady killer.”

You snickered as Ratchet scoffed slightly. “I’m a busy medic, I had no time for that stuff what so ever. Thank you oh so much.”

Miko turned back to you and made a wry smile at you, it freaked you out a little how she was able to twist her face like that.

“What?”

“So like you’re telling me that you didn’t have time for relationships either?” Miko placed her hands on her hip.

“Yes?”

“Uh huh-“

Ratchet huffed, “I beg to Primus.”

You turned your helm towards the medic’s direction. “I’m sorry is there something you wish to say? Doc?”

Ratchet didn’t turn his helm but instead only grunted at the name you called him. “Not even a certain scout caught your attention maybe even a certain wrecker?”

You raised optical ridge, “If your referring to Bumblebee then I see him as family, and if your referring to Wheeljack then I wouldn’t cross that line with you… I know how much you adore him.”

Ratchet groaned in annoyance, “Please, I can’t get anything done with that scarp yard metal around. On the contrary you seem to have a soft spot of his partner. Not that anyone but myself has noticed.”

“You-“

Before you could speak Miko let out an ear piercing squeal.

Miko gasped, “Bulkhead?! You have feelings for Bulky?!”

You turned your gaze at Miko, “Oh no- no no, Bulkhead and I are friends. It’s strictly professional between us.”

“So she says,” Ratchet grumbles.

“I do not!” You scoffed. “We’ve been friends forever. Why would I want to ruin that over some romantic feelings?”

Miko hummed grinning at you, “Who says you couldn’t have romantic feelings for a friend hm?”

“I don’t have any interest in Bulkhead.”

“That’s a load of bull and you know it Y/N!” Miko says pointing at you. “Admit it! You’re so totally into Bulkhead!”

“I am not! Miko you’re speaking nonsense right now,” you argued.

“You do!”

“There’s no evidence to prove anything that whatsoever.”

Ratchet let out a fake cough to which you rolled your optics. “Is there something stuck in your vocalizer Ratchet? Because you’re mighty talkative for someone who’s supposed to be busy.”

Ratchet turned to fully face you now, “Oh I’m sorry, here let me just call Bulkhead for you now so you’re aware of his status on the mission since you’re ever so worried.”

“You waste of dirty scarp meta-“

“Y/N come on this is a safe space, if you have feelings for Bulky just come out and say it, there’s no shame to it,” Miko said now sitting on the couch.

“Miko, I don’t have any feelings towards Bulkhead, he’s my friend and I admire him, that’s it,“ You said calmly. “I’m going out for a drive… Miko would you care to come with?”

Miko perked up and nodded, “Heck yeah!”

You smiled as your placed your servo out for Miko to climb onto it.

“Just call us back when everyone arrives Ratchet.”

Ratchet turned back to his work and waved you off. “Be careful.”

Driving out of base, Miko began to play her rock music and air play the guitar as she listened to the music, after about a few minutes she paused it and stared out the window.

“Something the matter?�� You asked her.

Miko shook her head, “Nah… just thinkin about something.”

“What is it?”

Miko leaned back in the seat and let out an exaggerated sigh, “Well~”

You sighed already knowing what she was thinking about. “Lemme guess about me and Bulkhead.”

Miko giggled, “Maybe~”

“Whatever it is the answer is no.”

“Aw come on!” Miko groans. “All those years you spent together, you’ve seriously felt nothing?”

“Miko… you know what… okay fine I did.”

Miko’s eye lit up with excitement, but her demeanor didn’t change. “Are you for real or are you just saying that to make me shut up?”

You sighed again, “No. I did at a point have feelings for Bulkhead.”

“What happened? Why’d you stop? Come on Y/N I gotta know! Please!” Miko began to plead nonstop.

“Okay okay fine, but you need to swear to never EVER say a word to anyone, or Bulkhead himself. Do you understand?”

Miko nods repeatedly, “Yes yes I swear! Tell me!”

“Well… I do NOT have feelings for him.”

Miko groaned loudly, “Y/N seriously!”

“I don’t Miko… I just, never gotten around to that kind of stuff, he’s a great friend and I admire him a lot but that’s the furthest I’ve come across as feelings wise,” you said. “I need you to understand that okay?”

Miko sighed, “I get it…but be honest have you had crushes on anyone?”

“…Maybe a few.”

Miko gasped, “WHO? OH PLEASE TELL ME!”

“Alright I’ll humor you… there was this one bot-“

Com link: Y/N back to base

Y/N: Copy. On the way back.

“You ready to see Bulkhead Miko?” You asked, slightly wanting to change the subject but you know Miko wasn’t going to let it go so easily.

“Yup, but do continue about this bot that captured your attention.”

[Back at base]

The kids went room for the night and everyone went off to go into recharge and rest up for the night, everyone except the medic himself.

You walked up to him slowly making sure not to spook him. But he noticed you rather quickly. Ratchet looked at you for a brief moment then turned back to his work. “Shouldn’t you be in recharge?”

“Shouldn’t you be doing the same thing?” You asked stepping beside him and looking at what he was doing.

“I’m working.”

“I can see that,” you hummed turning to look at the medic. “Was the Bulkhead thing really necessary Ratchet?”

“What? And have Miko running around and talking about you and me? Absolutely not,” Ratchet huffed.

“Right…”

Ratchet stopped his work to face you. You went around him and turned off his monitor, he glared at you, “Y/N I needed that.”

“As much as you need me?” You asked moving closer to him. Ratchet stumbled for a moment then smiled shaking his helm, “Not nearly as much as I need you.”

“That’s what I thought, now Ratchet be honest with me, are jealous of Bulkhead?”

Ratchet scoffs, “As if I-“

“Ratchet.”

“Okay fine, maybe just a little… I’ve seen the way he looks at you now and I just- I don’t know…”

You place your servo on Ratchet’s chest plate and gave him a gentle smile, “He’s adorable sure but you’re the one that has my attention and that will never change Ratchet. Even if Miko annoys me until the bitter end.”

Ratchet laughed and rolled his optics, “Maybe telling her won’t be such a bad idea after all.”

“Perhaps,” you agreed. “But you’re not gonna do that are you doc?”

“Nope absolutely.”

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kneexcutter · 1 year

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i can’t get over how HUGE this man is

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kneexcutter · 1 year

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“I’m death. Straight up.”

Gaz x reader (Kinda🦭)

. Uhhh surprise?

INSPIRATION: Puss in Boots: The Last Wish

I watched the movie again...

Codename: Death

“Task 141. The dangerous ones without guns, a secret force that hides in the shadows and takes down enemies far and wide… and yet here we are, like a cat on its last life.”

Price narrowed his gaze, taking in your presence was one thing. But speaking with you directly was a different matter entirely; it was like being in the presence of death itself.

And what you were / are Death. When it was to your advantage, you were cold, cruel, brutal, and at times empathetic. You were frequently kept under close observation since you had a reputation for making a statement, but that didn't deter you.

"Do you find this amusing?" Price inquired sternly.

“Very,” you mused.

“Why’s that?”

“Because, your standing in here with me alone with no backup.”

Price hummed, crossing his arms, a powerful bodily movement he knew wouldn't bother you, but he needed to get control of the situation. You were both aware that you had the overwhelming advantage, as you always did. This was body language to catch your attention, and you enjoyed a good test.

"Captain, why are you here?" You chuckled. "I can't imagine the strings you pulled to stand in a room with me; are you sure you don't want to smoke one of those cigars?"

“No,” Price leaned to the side and took out a little piece of paper and a pen. He set it on the table and slid it halfway to you. You took the paper and read it as you looked at him, mystified. Your sneer, on the other hand, never wavered. As you tap the pen against the table, a small chuckle escapes your lips.

“What’s this a permission slip?”

“You could say that, yes.”

You hummed as you leaned back in your chair, your gaze scanning the Captain's face, which was solemn. Without a doubt, serious.

"I'm flattered, believe me, but why me? You have Ghost don't you? Say how is Simon doing? Is he behaving himself? And how is Kyle? Still attractive?"

Price nods, “They’re fine.”

“Mmmm, so what’s the problem captain? Tired of your life flashing before your eyes?”

“Then I wouldn’t be good at my job, so here’s the deal- I want you to join my task force, your a powerhouse and from I’ve gathered a lone wolf, even lone wolves stray from packs yeah?”

“Correct.”

“I think it’s time we put that line wolf back with a pack, what do ya say?”

You began to snicker, “That was a cheesy analogy Price but, not to shabby, let me explain something to you, a wolf who distances themselves from the world is called a traitor but one who stays is called a deceiver.”

“That so? There’s a fine line between right and wrong, if the wolf becomes a deceiver and a traitor what do you make of the pack…”

“They meet death.”

“I see… so then do we all know death?”

“Only when it comes to you,” you say with the tilt of your head. “Even the strongest of us Captain will always live a life of fear.”

Price stood up and walked out of the room, where Kate stood on the other side. Price let out a rough sigh and shook his head, one more minute with you in there and it was a wrap. He lost.

“Well,” Kate hummed, “what they say?”

“Bloody bastard didn’t give an answer…”

“I told you.”

“I know…”

“They’ll come.”

Price turned to Laswell his expression was unreadable but she could tell he was irritated. “What makes you so sure?”

“Known Death for a long time, shows up when your in distress… don’t worry to much captain, they’ll show.”

…

The mission has gone to complete shit, Price didn’t know if this was a set up from the get go. Gaz had gone missing and Soap managed to tackle someone out the window and got shot at the same time. Ghost tried to contact Gaz for at least thirty minutes now but the only thing he got back was static. Price searched high and low but each trail of blood he followed they all lead to different bodies, but never Gaz.

Soap: Price how copy?

Price: Copy, report?

Soap: No sign of Gaz, just different bodies

Ghost: He may be unconscious somewhere

Price: That means we have a chance, cover more ground under.

Soap leaned against the wall getting ready to shoot the target unaware of everything about to unfold. He found Gaz the second Price said those words, Gaz was unconscious like Ghost said but, he wasn’t alone.

There was someone else nearby, and they were whistling?

Soap cringed slightly at the tone of the whistle it sounded creepy and off putting yet fascinating. The whistle came closer as Soap peered around the corner seeing the person standing directly over Gaz, Soap placed his finger in the trigger of his gun aiming at them.

“Relax comrade.”

Soap stepped out of his corner fully seeing that you had a blade directly in front of Gaz’s face inches away from inserting it.

“Excuse you?”

“I’m one of you,” you chuckle before standing up fully, you held eye contact with Soap as you got closer to him, “Go on, pick him up.”

Soap stared at you unsure, he wanted to call Price or Ghost, you stood on the side of him now glaring at him. “Pick. Him. Up.”

Soap kept an eye on you while moving quickly towards Gaz, he checked his pulse then began to lift him up placing his arm over his shoulder before turning back to you. You were gone. Without a sound.

Soap managed his way with Gaz and finally reaching it to the others and setting course for base. Soap didn’t say anything the whole ride over, his mind was racing of the thoughts of you, who were you? What were you? What did you mean one of them?

Once landed they all made way to see Laswell, where she stood outside her door waiting for them with a file in her hand. “How’s he doing?”

“Alright, doctor says he should be awake within the next hour or so,” Price answered he tone sounding relieved.

“Something the matter Johnny?” Ghost asked as the two began to head over to see Gaz in the infirmary.

“I don’t know how to explain it, it was so- bloody weird,” Soap says through his confusion. “Did Price mention having a new recruit?”

“Not that I’m aware of,” Ghost hummed.

Ghost opened the door to the infirmary stopping as he stared inside, Soap peered in the room seeing you again. Right by Gaz’s side. You had your hand on his forehead and you were whispering something to him. In which Gaz began to react to it, his chest moved up and down as if he was chuckling, and he was. His eye fluttering open being met with your piercing gaze.

“Y/N…” Gaz muttered giving you a small smile.

“Rise and shine sleeping beauty, how are feeling?” You say as you look up at Ghost and Soap entering the room. You waved at the two of them, “Ah there you two are, was starting to think you wouldn’t show.”

“Y/N…” Ghost said almost in disbelief.

“Simon,” you greeted with a smile. “You’ve seen better days.”

“Are you the new recruit?” Ghost asked.

“That I am,” you replied. “Soap right?” You said fixing your gaze on him.

Soap nods, “Bloody hell are ya?”

“ Death.”

“Death?” Soap chuckles, “As in what?”

“Not any other fancy way, I’m Death straight up.”

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kneexcutter · 1 year

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correct if im wrong, but the dogs in ur most current post r named after soundwave's (transformers) cassettes right?

i love transformers so when i saw the names i freaked out loll :D

Absolute right✨

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kneexcutter · 1 year

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Man's best friend

Soap x reader

Reader has three military-trained dogs, each with a distinctive set of skills.

Note: I've never played any of the games, so please excuse any inaccuracies. Due to the use of Google Translate, any languages displayed may potentially be incorrect.

(PICTURE NOT MINE)

“DAMN IT YOU MUTT GIVE IT BACK!” Running down the hallway, Soap shouted.

Price raised his brow as he glanced around the corner. He then saw a dog, and not just any dog. It was your dog. Price chuckles before whistling, attracting the dog's attention.

“There’s a good pup, what’s all the fuss about MacTavish?”

Soap huffed pointing at the dog, “Fucker stole my book.”

“That so?”

“Captain you can clearly see it in its mouth.”

Price nodded, “This it has a name you know.”

Soap scoffed, “How the hell am I supposed to know which damn mutt this is?”

“You need to start showing your team mate some respect, after all this ol’ girl knows your name quite well lieutenant,” Squatting down to the dogs' level and giving them soft pats, Price advised. "You've had your fun, Ravage, but you have to return Soap's belongings; we don't want to have to tell your mother now do we?"

Ravage whines a bit then drops the book at Price's feet, Price brags the book and hands it back to Soap. "There ya go mate."

"Thanks boss-" After again shaking his head, Soap said, "You best pray none of your drool got on any of my pages lass." He says to Ravage. After leaving, Soap returns to his room, where he shuddered at the slobber on his fingertips and opens the book to examine the pages.

Thankfully, none of the pages were tampered with. His most recent drawing, which was of you, was on his most current page. It wasn't finished yet, and there were a few smudges, but they might be fixable. Huffing, Soap grabbed his pencil and sat back at his desk.

He started drawing again, this time spacing out, remembering all of your facial expressions and features, from the way you grinned at him and the others after a successful mission to when your dogs mastered a new trick.

When you were originally introduced to the team, you were a little out of it, and you didn't have your dogs then, so he initially thought it was strange that you had three dogs instead of one like most other soldiers. It took them three days to reach to base, and you were overjoyed.

You even went brazen with Ghost while you two were comparing dogs, showing off your them off.

Ravage was the youngest of the three, and she was the fastest and had the finest sniffer of the three. Laserbeak was the middle child, but not much older than Ravage. Laserbeak was the most daring of the three, and you took him on more missions because he could deal the most damage. Finally, Howlback, his personal favorite. Howlback was the oldest and most playful; he was perfect for overnight excursions since he could sleep all day and be awake all night. Because to this, he has saved Soap numerous times.

He wondered what you would have been like without them, if you were still in your bubble. When you were with your dogs, you smiled more; they never failed to make you happy. He had to admit that he occasionally envied them and questioned whether he could accomplish the same. It seemed as if they were also members because of the way you interacted with them, took care of them, and watched out for them.

He adored your smile the first time he saw it, the day you smiled like that at him. It was your finest self-portrait.

He hummed, putting up his book for a better look, it was beautiful, you were exquisite.

Soap strenched a little then decided to head to the mess hall and get something to eat. He walked out his door stopping dead in his tracks, there was Ravage.

Again.

"What do ya want now?" Soap asked raising his brow.

Ravage whined then laid down looking up at sound in doing so. Soap tilted his head in confusion, did she want to use the bathroom?

"What gotta take a shit?"

"Did you just ask Ravage if she had to take a shit?" Gaz said as he and Ghost rounded the corner. "I don't know what she wants," Soap remarked.

"She's probably asking for company," Gaz speculated.

"Why don't you take her?" Soap inquired.

"I would, but I can't get sent out on another mission," Gaz grinned.

Soap turned to face Ghost, who simply shrugged. "You'll be fine Johnny, suck it up."

"After all, dogs are a man's best friend," Gaz added as him and Ghose walked away.

"Okay, tell you what, I'm gonna grab something to eat and you can sit there and watch how does that sound eh?" Soap sighed, shaking his head.

Ravage barked, sat up, whirled around in a circle, and barked at him again. "What the fuck is it?" Soap quipped, crossing his arms.

Ravage charged forward and yanked the bottom of Soap's pants, causing Soap to yell as Ravage let go and raced away. Soap after her, and she ran directly into the Captain's office. Soap stormed in, huffing.

Ravage sat next to Price as he smoked his cigar, gently petting her head and complimenting her before turning to look at Soap. "What the hell, Captain?"

Price grinned, "I told her to get your daydreaming arse in here, now, your getting sent out to help Soundwave, something came up."

"Is she alright?"

"I don't know, Laswell can't reach her, she's gone dark from what I understand," Price added.

Soap nodded, "Ay, so what about the mutt?"

"She's going with you."

"The fuck..."

“Ravage is the best luck you’ll have at findin’ Soundwave. Take her and go. Understand.”

Soap nods, “Yes sir.”

. . .

“I don’t doubt your skills dog but I know that we both care about Y/N a lot, so let’s do this and find her,” Soap said as the came off the plane. Ravage barked butting her head against Soap’s leg.

(Ngl Idk if I'm gonna finish this and I don't wanna delete it)

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@stararch4ngelqueen i cannot stop thinking about the kiss ask you got omg had to doodle this

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Part 3

Alexia! Play Low by SZA

@tapioca-marzipanpan @do-leannan @yooforia @fruitymoonbeams-blog @xheera @angelsquid @makastaco @random0lover@lovecats12345

Summary: You weren't seen as a high-ranking solider, and you were stuck in a position you didn't want, directly by General Shepard's side. You get a call one day about a new opportunity that will help you.

. Reader is presumed female

Note: I've never played any of the games, so please excuse any inaccuracies. Due to the use of Google Translate, any languages displayed may potentially be incorrect.

There will be explicit sexual content, as well as instances of harassment, cursing, and drug usage.

Callsign: Hound

You sighed as you closed the door to your room. Once more, it was only you and no one else. Your childhood memories ran through your mind with each blink as you walked over to your bed and laid down.

Every memory, every voice, every touch, every emotion, He was there. He was never far away. Fuck. Participating on this task force very likely did not completely expel you from him.

Knock knock

You groaned and jerked your eyes wide. A somewhat apprehensive Soap was waiting for you at the other end of your hasty opening.

He briefly diverted his eyes from yours before flashing you a timid smile. "Uh- Captain wants us in his office in 30."

“Okay.”

"Are you alright? I didn't in any way hurt you, did I?" Soap inquired as he examined your face.

You shook your head. "Nothing wrong, Soap; thanks for checking on me." You started to close your door, but Soap sighed and placed his palm on the back of his neck.

“Hey listen Hound…”

“Yes?”

"If you ever want to talk lass, I'm willing to lend ya an ear, I doesn't really take a genesis to something's bothering ya," Soap said.

"Nothing's bothering me Soap-"

"Johnny, you can call me Johnny, John MacTavish."

"Oh... Y/N, I'm Y/N."

"Y/N, that's a nice name, your parents picked a beautiful name for a beautiful lass," Soap smiled at you.

You nodded at him, "Thank you... I'm gonna get ready now."

Soap nods, "Oh right, sure, I'll see ya later then."

You rested your head against the door as you shut the door and then closed your eyes once more. Your eyes began to burn with a hot torrent of tears that were begging to be let out. It's not like Soap knew; he was just complimenting you, and in all honesty, nobody else knew either. They are unfamiliar with you. Expect Price and Gaz. You had to keep it silent. They have only known you for a short while, especially Soap, whom you hardly even know. They can already tell something is wrong with you. You had to keep it on the low. Ensure that nobody knows. Your siblings or perhaps even a pet could be lost with just one mistake?

. . . . . .

Price greeted you as you stepped into his office, you stood next to Ghost as Price began to map out a mission to you all. From what you've gathered, it was a rescue and intel mission, which meant you had to go undercover to obtain information on a captive. You scanned the map Price had drawn out, pointing to the area you'd all be flying to. There was a safe house nearby where you would all go to prepare for the mission.

After you were all departed, you couldn't help but have the uneasy feeling that Price was closely observing you; it's probable that the others were also aware of it. Maybe it was because you were new to the team?

You started packing a few things and tossed them to the side as you mentally prepared to leave at nightfall.

Night fall came on the the plane you went, so how you got stuck sitting next to the captain of the team himself with Soap sitting right across from you. He glanced at you from time to time but never really said anything but give you a small smile.

"Don't mind him," Price whispered to you. "Mate's got a staring problem."

"You don't say," you snickered. "Say... Price? Can I ask you something?"

"What is it?"

"What's your life looking like right now? Aside from all this? You have a partner yet?"

Price chuckled, "So this is how you wanna pass the time huh? Alright I'll bite, can't catch a bloody break with this job."

"Why don't you try someone on base?" You laughed, "A good-looking guy such as yourself shouldn't have any trouble finding someone."

"Solider..."

Ah shit

You gulped slightly.

Price was attractive; what was there not to like about him?

He was affable, and from previous operations with him and Gaz, He was a gentleman. He was always cordial to you and treated you as an equal; he never made you feel like you had to be anything other than who you are or that you had to prove something to him. He was sincere with you. All he needed to know was that you were good at what you do. And you were god damn good.

Admiration for him was easy to hide from him; he was an inspiration not only to you, but also to Gaz and those around him. Next to him, you unwind.

Not drifting asleep, but your body felt at relaxed, and it was reassuring to know that Price was here, right next to you. In essence, he was your friend. Someone you can trust with your life...

Maybe you should tell him about Shepard? It wouldn't hurt, right?

"Thanks..."

Price mumbled a little. Knowing you might or might not have flustered him, you smile smugly. "You're very welcome, Captain."

The rest of the trip went without a hitch thanks to Soap's ability to start conversations and share bits and pieces of his life with everyone else, with the exception of Ghost, who you weren't too surprised by. The most of what you learnt about him came from Soap or Gaz.

Once you all landed you all began to head to the safe house on foot to a remote location. Once you got there you let out a groan, the place was small probably had one bathroom too. You dropped your bags and rushed towards the bedrooms, there was two. A master bedroom and another room that most likely was a kids room, it was painted a light blue with two beds on each side of the room. One bed had a brown stuffed animal on it. It even had a little red bowtie with a tag on it.

You felt a presence behind you as you entered the kid like bedroom.

You went towards the bear and picked it up checking the tag.

"Make up date soon ;)"

You whirled around, pushing the bear into whoever's chest you could find and fleeing the room.

"Woah what's wrong lass? You look like you seen a Ghost- ah see what I did there!"

Ghost walked out of the room hie eyes scanned you and Soap as he held the bear on his hand. "You scared of a stuffed bear?"

"No- no, I was about to puke…" you said as you pushed by Soap and into the bathroom. "Jet lag or something- I haven't been on a plane in a long time…"

You were on a plane. Liar.

"Do you need anything?"

"Nah- I'm fine, just give me a sec," you replied, your breath unsteady. You gazed down at your twitching arms, feeling dizzy and feverish. You were on the verge of puking. You went to the toilet and gagged rashly, without a second to spare.

On a mission, you weren't even safe. How did he find out? Kate should have been the only one who knew the location of the safe home; the less people who knew, the better. Unless this was a mission authorized by him, was this a way to keep track of where you were at all times?

Something has to be there-

There was simply no way-

How the hell did find you?

Were they in on it? Someone told him. Was it Soap? He's had his eye on you since you came…

Ghost, someone so elusive, must be full of betrayal...

Gaz would never do anything like that.

Price would not do it either, then who would?

Was that Kate?

No, she unknowingly saved you from Shepard.

Knock Knock

Your hurled once more The room seemed to be getting smaller by the second. It had no qualms about swallowing you completely. Your heart was beating, your body stiffened; you hadn't even been shot yet and you were already feeling like a fool.

Knock Knock

"Hound, I'm coming in alright?"

You coughed, turning your head to look at who walked in.

"Capitan..."

Prince kneeled down next to you placing his hand on your back, "What's wrong love? You broken?

"...No, it’s nothing I'm fine-"

"I know you better than that Hound, let it all out, you need to rest."

You nodded as Price gave you a water bottle, presumably his.

You sat upwards tilting your head so you can drink the water, Price held you head as you did this. You took a few deep breathes with his help and managed to calm down a bit. He helped you into the bedroom.

Price sat you on the bed, you grabbed his arm. what the hell are you doing?

"Lieutenant?"

"Stay- please."

Price stared at you for a moment then nodded, "Are you sure?"

"Yes..."

You can trust him

“Alright… I’m going to get changed, Gaz put your stuff in here already I’ll knock before I come in.”

You nodded as you watched Price grab a bag and head out the door. You were alone… but there were still eyes on you. Hidden ones probably in the walls or in the stars in the sky. This whole situation just isn’t fair. Why you out of all the lieutenants, the moment of fuckery that’s happening is just unpleasant.

You got up from the bed your legs still like jelly, you grabbed your bag thankfully Gaz put in right by the bed. You grabbed some clothes to change into and put them on making sure at least neatly put your uniform back on top of your bag and got into bed.

After a few minutes there was a knock on the door, you said a brief come in and in came the captain himself. He was wearing a white T-shirt and black sweatpants. He gave you a small smile before putting his stuff beside the door then heading to the bed right next to you.

Price let out a sigh then a small chuckle, “I never knew you had plane sickness.”

“It’s been awhile okay.”

“I thought you took a plane coking over to base?” Price asked you turning his head to look at you.

You sink into the bed not looking back up at him, “Felt sick too.”

Price hummed, “You sure about that Hound?”

“Yeah…very sure…”

“Y/N.”

“Yes sir?”

“Your broken.”

You looked up at Price, his eyes scanning yours and never did he drop his gaze.

“I’m not-“

“I know that look Y/N, it may have been a good few years since we’ve spoken but believe me my memory is still as sharp as ever.”

“…goodnight John…”

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Price x (f)reader

Part 2

ALEXIA! Play Daddy Issues by The Neighborhood

@tapioca-marzipanpan

@do-leannan

@yooforia

. Reader is presumed female

Note: I've never played any of the games, so please excuse any inaccuracies. Due to the use of Google Translate, any languages displayed may potentially be incorrect.

There will be explicit sexual content, as well as instances of harassment, cursing, and drug usage.

Callsign: Hound

You had to confess that getting back together with Price and Gaz excited you. Heck, even meeting Soap and Ghost made you happy even though you didn't really know them yet. You settled into your new room more quickly than you had anticipated. Thank goodness, there is still time before lights out.

You sat on your bed, unable to suppress your excitement. This was how peace felt, and you hadn't felt it in a long time. There were no prying eyes on you now. Now that you were able to breathe, you huffed and sat back down on your bed. You stretched your hands to the ceiling. This is something you can get used to every night.

A soft knock came on your door. You raised your head and shouted a quick come in. The door opened to reveal Price, who appeared to be holding something behind his back as he opened the door more to make himself more visible to you.

"Got a minute to spare Hound?"

You sat up and patted the spot on your bed next to you with a smile. Price entered your room and closed the door behind him with his foot so you couldn't see what he was carrying behind his back. He approached your bed and sat alongside you. He was close enough that if he stretched his legs, they would touch yours.

Price cleared his throat before revealing what he was hiding behind his back: a plushie, a dog plushie. You gazed at him for a bit before taking it from him with a chuckle. "What is this for?"

"Well, I figured you can grab this and keep it close if you ever experience nightmares," Price said with a faint smile as he turned away from you a bit.

He genuinely thought about you...

"Thank you John, I love it already, but what if you have nightmares?"

Price chuckled, "I doubt I'll be needing it."

You smiled at Price, and there they were once more—those butterflies. You can briefly detect a change in Price's eyes when he turned to face you, but it just lasted a split second if you were lucky enough to notice it. You placed the plush on your lap.

"What made you pick me?" You inquired. "With all due respect Captain-"

"Had to find people I trusted, and you are someone I trust with my life," Price hummed.

He trusted you, and you trusted him. So, what made you respond the way you did when he touched you? A reflex, perhaps? It was only a polite, welcome gesture… so why? Why do you feel both unsafe and secure at the same time? You were safe, safe with everyone, safe with John...

"I trust you as well, John," you said, exhaling. "With everything…"

Price chuckled a little before asking, "With anything, soldier?" in a softer tone.

"Yes sir."

Price gave you a nod and a little smile as he rose up and shifted your bed. He opened your door before closing it gave you a last look then a salute, "Have a goodnight Y/N, sleep tight yea."

You adjusted yourself onto your bed, letting out a sigh as you closed your eyes soon heading off to sleep.

. . .

Price stared through your file, a grim expression on his face, rereading it over and over, oblivious to Ghost's presence.

"Something the matter Captain?"

Price's eyes never leaving the paper as he answered with gruff hum. Ghost tilted his head slightly confused by the captains response.

"This doesn't seem right..." Price muttered. "You'd think the signs would be there eh..."

"Price."

"Yeah Ghost I hear ya."

Ghost pointed at the file in Price's hands, "That Hound's?"

"Yeah… ever get a gut feeling something's wrong but can't put a bloody finger on it?" Price inquired, lowering the file and closing it.

"Every day, sir," Ghost responded. "Something wrong with the file?"

"Take a go at it, either I'm losing it or there's something else going on," Price said as he slid the file forward.

Ghost took the file and scanned it, his eyes immediately falling on the name Shepard. It was your last name.

Ghost looked at Price then back at the file.

"How long have they-"

Price cut Ghost off, "Look at the other paper."

Ghost slid the first paper, then the second; it was an older picture of you, one in which you appeared younger, as seen by the form of your face. He looked up your surname, it was L/N.

"I don't get it…" Ghost inquired as he examined both documents.

"Me either, mate," Price sneered as Ghost handed him your file back. "You'd think I'd notice something so obvious as that the first time."

Ghost hummed, "Maybe it was an off duty decision."

"No, no, Hound has a family, parents and siblings, this would've come up," Price grumbled, carefully examining the two documents.

"Disappointed you weren't invited to the wedding, Captain?" Ghost commented.

"Far from it," Price sneered. "This doesn't sit right with me, not in the slightest."

"Are you gonna to ask her about it?”

Price shook his head, “No.”

The way you tensed when he touched you said more than words could. Something happened to you. You were a tough nut to crack, based on the situations you, Gaz, and him had been through.

Kate told him to find out what’s going on through you while she started digging into Shepard. He trusted you, as well as you trusted him, that he knew for sure. Should he wait for you to tell him? Or should he just be straightforward with you?

“Fuckin Hell,” he mumbled under his breath. “God, Y/N what’s going on with you…”

…

“Morning Hound, how’d you sleep?” Gaz called out to you from the mess hall. You approached him and gave him a little wave. He was the only one at the table.

There were a couple other people in the mess hall who smiled at you before going about their business.

"Good morning, Gaz," you replied. "Where is everyone?"

"In the training room, Soap wanted to confront one of the novices while Ghost monitors," Gaz shrugged.

You raised your brow, “Right…”

Gaz simply smiled at you. It was a gentle one, able to melt a frozen heart. Although it appeared as though he was gazing through you, you can tell that he was still taking in the reality that you were in fact here, in front of him.

“You okay?”

"Yes, it's bloody brilliant to see you alive and well, it's been so long I nearly forgot what you looked like," Gaz chuckles. "You haven't changed a lot."

You sat across from Gaz, smugly smiling. “Really? Kindly elucidate."

"You still look absolutely stunning," Gaz remarked.

"Pft, you're just saying that," you scoff.

"No, it's true, you still look beautiful, maybe not as good as me, but-"

"Oh really," you said, covering your mouth and laughing.

“Y/N…”

“Yeah?”

"We really missed you, and I'm happy you're here," Gaz replied softly.

"I'm glad too," you said while grinning at him.

Gaz missed you. And so did Price. They never forgot about you, you were still dear to their hearts. It hasn’t been a solid 24 hours and they’ve already made you feel warm and fuzzy. They made you welcomed, made you feel safe. Although trust comes a long way, and it isn’t given it’s earned, Soap and Ghost have to earn that trust as you need to earn their trust as well.

“What were you doin all this time? Like I mentioned yesterday all I heard was that you were doing solo missions.”

“… the higher up’s like the work I do I guess…”

Shepard liked the work you did too. A little to much...

“Pretty face does equal elegant work,” Gaz mused.

"Oh hush you," you giggled. "But yes, I've been doing a lot of solo assignments, took it a day at a time."

"Have you spoken to your family since then?"

A tsunami-like sensation of dread rushed over you. It felt like a spear right through your heart. Shepard killed your parent … They were taken from you. Not metaphorically or rhetorically or poetically or theoretically or any other fancy way, they were gone. Straight up.

"Hound?"

"No Gaz, I haven't spoken to them… gosh, I don't even remember the last time I spoke to them," you shook your head, sighing.

"Hey, it's alright, it's been awhile for me too," Gaz said softly. "I'm sure Price or Laswell can arrange something for you."

"I don't know-"

Gaz opened his mouth to say something but quickly closed it; you looked at him then turned your head to see Ghost approaching the two of you, Soap jogging straight behind him. While catching up to him, Soap had a stupid smile on his face.

"Mornin' Hound, Mornin' Gaz," Soap said as he sat down next to you. You raised your brow at him, greeting him and then Ghost.

"How was the match?" Gaz asked.

Ghost shook his head while Soap grinned. "I wiped the floor with those little fuckers."

"You don't say," Gaz hummed.

"So... anyone up for a match?" Soap asked looking between you and Gaz. Gaz shook his head, "Hard pass."

Soap turned to you, "How about it Hound? Want a go at it?"

"Eh, I don't know..." you hummed.

"Oh come on, it'd be great practice, plus captain says you're a big deal, I wanna see for myself," Soap says, elbowing you slightly.

"I'd tear you apart Soap."

"Oh! Well then come on," Soap says standing up jogging lightly on his feet. "Let's see what you got Hound."

As you stood up from the table, you exhaled a trembling breath. As soon as Gaz got to his feet, he hurried up to you and put his hand on your shoulder while turning to face you. You felt your body stiffen up again, and your gaze rested on his hand, and you hastily shrugged off before giving Gaz a faint smile and trailing after Soap, while Gaz followed behind.

As you reached the training area, you noticed a few other people engaging in their own individual training and competitive matches. You noticed the large ring in the center of the room, where Soap cheerfully walked inside and signaled for you to join him.

You entered the ring looking at Soap, "You sure you wanna do this?"

"Bring it, show me why they call you Hound."

"They call me Hound because I'm good at finding people… but alright," you scoffed.

Soap and you both took a position. You both circled each other until Soap made the fourth move, approaching you and throwing a punch, which you blocked and returned.

The others in the room stopped what they were doing to watch you and Soap, and out of the corner of your eye, you observed them. You also got sight of a man wearing a bucket hat enter the room. Price had came.

Soap had landed a hit on the side of your stomach, so you grunted and elbowed him back, raising your leg up to knee him in the stomach and sending an elbow to his back. You kicked the back of the calf, causing him to stumble slightly but soon recover and throw another fist your way.

"Good shit Hound."

As soon as you heard what Price was saying, a cozy sensation returned to your tummy. For a brief instant, you almost lost focus on what you were doing. But what would his voice sound like in a low whisper…in your ear?

"Shepard knows how to pick em." You overheard someone say. Every single one of the butterflies in your stomach started to burn. You had Soap trapped down with his arm in your hand before you realized it. You lightly stepped on his back. Shepard. Fucking Shepard. Because of him, you're still here. You can't avoid his name no matter where you go. Worse than his presence was his name.

"Ah- okay- okay Uncle!"

You walked out of the ring, past Gaz and Price, after dropping Soap's arm in a huff. Gaz gave Soap a puzzled look, and Price followed you.

"Hound."

As you were ready to enter your room, you paused in your tacks and sighed, turning on your heel.

"My office, now."

You followed Price back into his office, closing the door behind you. His office had a bar-like odor. "Yes sir?"

"You wanna tell me what's goin' on in that head of yours?" Price asked you as he reclined against his desk, arms crossed and head cocked.

"I'm sorry?"

Price hummed, "I've known you long enough to know that look in your way Hound."

"What look sir?"

"Lost."

"I'm fine Captain, just got heated in the moment," you said with a smile.

Price locked his gaze on you, scanning you up and down. It sent shivers up and down your spine. You needed to leave immediately, you needed to think.

"May I go now?"

"What's the rush?" Price asked his voice sounding stern.

You shook your head, "My family...I- I haven't checked in on them."

"Homesick?"

You nodded, "Very."

As you approached, Price sighed and gave you a faint smile. "Understandable; if you'd like, I can work something out for you, yeah?"

"Thank you sir," you said.

"You can leave now," Price remarked, motioning to the door. He observed you exit the space as swiftly as you entered.

"What's goin' on with you kid..."

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It is what it is

Price x (f)reader

Part 1 ((Maybe??))

. Reader is presumed female

Note: I've never played any of the games, so please excuse any inaccuracies. Due to the use of Google Translate, any languages displayed may potentially be incorrect.

There will be explicit sexual content, as well as instances of harassment, cursing, and drug usage.

Callsign: Hound

There was nothing you wanted more than to slam this man's head into his desk, ram a pen right between his eyes, and then slam the door behind you on the way out. Maybe even set the building on fire while you at it. Every day you were in his office, standing next to him, every day his attempts to flirt with you were bolder and bolder, every day you NEVER left his sight, he always knew where you were, what you were doing, and how you were doing it.

The only thing he didn't know about were your memories before meeting him. That was the only thing that brought you order and stability, it gave you clarity that you were still alive and breathing. To be able to feel other emotions other than annoyance, anger and discomfort.

Given how much time has passed since you last saw John and Kyle, you've always wondered what they're up to and whether they're still working together. Did they forget about you? Did they meet anybody who replaced you in some way? How are they doing? Given that General Shepard talks about them from time to time, it's good to know that they're both are still alive. Did they miss you... did John miss you?

"Hound."

You cringed, the sound of his voice alone makes you want to pop off.

"Yes sir?"

General Shepard smiled hearing you answer. "How's your day been darlin' I forgot to ask."

"It's been fine sir," you said trying to hide annoyance.

"That's wonderful, so do you have any plans tonight?"

"No sir."

"That's a bummer, then how about you and I go out to dinner tonight, say around 7PM?"

As General Shepard examined every inch of your physique, focusing primarily on your chest and hips, you sighed and gave him a little glare.

"No sir, but thank you."

"You know darlin', it doesn't hurt to smile," Shepard chuckled gently, looking annoyed himself.

You raised your brow, as you showed your teeth in a forceful smile, "No thank you sir."

Shepard stared at you blankly for a moment, before letting out a sigh. He ran his hands over his face then leaned back in his chair. "It won't kill you to say yes."

"It might..." you mumbled.

"Pardon?"

"Nothing sir."

Shepard's brows furrowed as he stood up, eyeing you up and down a slight scowl on his face, "Hound I didn't have to help you to earn your rank."

You stared at him; yes, he was the one who assigned you those assignments, but you completed them on your own, without a partner or team. You were tasked with tracking down those who had wronged Shepard. Finding people was what you were skilled at, turning loose ends into faded memories.

"It's against the rules… sir." you stated bluntly in response to his irritated stare.

Shepard made his way around his desk and over to you. Gritting your teeth, you prepare for the worst. He placed his hand on your neck, making you tilt your head to look up at him.

"I don't give a damn about rules, I give a damn about respect." Shepard said through gritted teeth. "You need to show respect to the person who got you to the spot you are today. Without me Hound you would've been a lost cause, just another war veteran with PTSD and anxiety."

Shepard put his other hand on your hip, firmly pulling you in. You bit your tongue in the hope that he wasn't actually taking pleasure in this when you felt something pressing up against you. You closed your eyes, tears threatening to spill out, but you didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing you vulnerable, that he was getting under your skin, getting to your head, getting to you.

"Get off me," you said through gritted teeth.

"Hound, I own you, I built you, and I shaped you into the solider you are. So, solider, when I ask you a question, I expect a cheerful yes sir," Shepard scowled at you. He sank his head into your neck giving you a firm nip, going down to lick your neck. You squirmed at the feeling, you held your eyes shut trying to think of anything other then Shepard.

The phone rang, Shepard's phone rang. Shepard pulled away from you with a scoff. You took this as a cue to leave the room, the only time you were free without Shepard was during his phone calls rather the meetings.

You sped walked out of his office and down the hall making a dash to the bathrooms, turning the corner you heavily bumped into someone.

"Jesus!" It was a woman, you turned your head to see a woman with short blonde hair and a red scarf around her neck. You swore you have seen her before. You continued walking toward the restroom, nearly ripping the door off its hinges. You looked in the mirror as you walked to the sink. He didn't leave a bite mark, you sighed in relief shutting your eyes.

You were numb, cold, humiliated, and alone.

You missed your old friends, you missed your life before the military, whether it was good or bad. You loved the military but if you would have known this is where you'd end up. Having a craving delusional war-hungry commander who, for some reason, is attracted to you to the point of obsession and poses a threat to your family at home while you are highly ranked and well-respected by those around you You would never have joined.

After a few minutes you began to head back. As easy it would be if you just walked out the building you knew there would be a negative chain reaction to it. There always was. That's how your family was threatened, because you tried to run.

You knocked against Shepard's door hoping the phone call was still going on.

"Come in."

After exhaling forcefully, you turned the doorknob to find Shepard and the woman you had just run into in the hallway inside. You recognized her now, Kate, Kate Lawsell, Price's close friend.

"Good to see you again, solider."

Your eyes widened, you straightened up, and saluted. "Please excuse my impoliteness in the corridors, ma'am."

You shifted your gaze between Shepard and Kate. What's going on? Shepard looked at you, then back at Kate, then gave her a firm nod and sat in his chair. He was grabbing something from behind his desk, pulling out a file and sliding it to Kate. Kate took it, and you took a good look at the file, which had your picture on it.

Kate turned to you, "You're coming with me solider. So now is a good time to start saying your farewells; I'll meet you outside."

You felt cold again after Kate left the room, leaving you alone with Shepard. His gaze swept over your body once more. "Something came up, and you're being recruited for your services, so we'll have to reschedule that date, hun."

He was letting you go. You couldn't help but bit your lip trying to hold back a smile, you gave Shepard a salute then turned on your heel heading out the door.

"Hound, before you go."

You paused, chills running down your back.

"Remember what I said, I built you, try running from me like the last time, get ready to attend a funeral, have a safe trip my dear."

My dear? He's called you other names, but never MY dear. That was new, strangely new...

When you walked outdoors, Kate was standing next to a black Jeep. At first, she appeared concentrated, but as you got closer, she appeared puzzled. She was looking through the file that had your picture on it.

"Are you alright ma'am?" You asked.

Kate shut the file in her hands and looked up at you, she nodded giving you a small smile. "Yeah, how are you doing?"

"I'm okay ma'am, just ready to get on the field again."

"I see, well then let's get going."

. . .

You lost track of time, you were in the car with Kate, then you were in the 'copter without Kate, and now your in another car with Kate.

"Ma'am?"

"Hey Hound how'd you sleep?"

You yawned slightly, "Not the best... are we there yet?"

Kate chuckled, "A few more minutes, you think you can stay awake until then?"

You chuckled, "Yes ma'am."

A moment of silence fell between you two before Kate spoke up again.

"How was it like being under Shepard all this time?"

You starred out the window, you were hoping you could avoid anything that had to do with Shepard. "It's not something I've gotten used to..."

"Really? It's been years since I've last seen you, I didn't think you and him were close."

You raised your brow at Kate. Close? What did she mean by close?

"Uh- I wouldn't say close, quite the opposite actually ma'am."

"Oh well that's interesting... were here."

Kate couldn't have asked you that out of curiosity, you blinked. She asked because of the file, or was it something Shepard said to her—could she tell by the way you moved in the hallway?—or was it something in the file itself?

The car stopped in front a remote semi large military area. There were not that many soldiers here, you hopped out of the car waiting for Kate. But Kate stayed in the car, you turned to look at her but a rough chuckle caught your attention. You recognized it, you knew that laugh from anywhere.

A smile crept across your lips as you turned around to face John Price himself. Your body relaxed, but your tummy was filled with butterflies that weren't going away anytime soon. He seemed too good to be true standing here, he looked really good. You wanted to hug him. However, your eyes spoke volumes. As Price came closer and put his hand on your shoulder, you blinked slowly, your breath stopping in your throat as you felt your body clench up. What made you so tense? It was only John…

Price seemed to catch on, "You alright?"

"Yeah..." You said trailing off a bit. Price moved his hand away from you then looked at Kate.

Price gestured with his finger to give him a minute as he walked to speak with Kate. You trailed off to the sides, watching the soldiers go about their business. You stared up at the setting sun. You smiled, it had been a while since you'd left Shepard's sight, and even if Price was working for Shepard, which seemed likely, you didn't mind too much. It didn't matter as long as he wasn't anywhere near you.

Right now, Shepard couldn't touch you, he couldn't stare at you, he couldn't degrade you with his words. Right now you were free. You hope so.

"Pretty isn't it?" Price said walking over to you. You looked at him and from the corner of your eye you could see Kate's car heading off back where you guys had came.

"Very pretty, how've you been John? You've been taking care of yourself really well," You said.

Price chuckled, "That I have been, I can see you've been doing the same."

You shrugged, "I try, some days are harder than others."

Price nodded, "I hear ya on that one, one day after another there's always a surprise."

"Yup, so... where's Gaz?" You asked slightly eagerly.

Price hummed giving you a soft smile, one you haven't seen in a long time. It made you feel shy, and the butterflies were not helping. Price gestured towards the building. "Come on, I'll introduce you to the others."

You walked inside the building behind Price, he led you down a few halls and into a mess hall where not many people were in. Everyone was eating and talking among each other not really paying you to much mind until you walked past them.

Price led you to a back table where you could make out a tall guy with a skull mask, a guy with a mow hawk with Scottish accent and there across from them sat Gaz with his back facing you and Price.

The Scottish guy was talking until he stopped Price and gave him a greeting, before noticing you. "Hey captain, who's the lass?"

Gaz turned around, seeing you smiled peering around Price. Gaz shot up almost chocking on his food. You went up to Gaz patting his back as he began to cough.

You giggled, “I just got here don’t die on me now.”

“Hound! It’s good to see you! It’s been so long!” Gaz wrapped an arm around you giving you a quick hug. You felt your body tense up for a moment until he released you, “How are you? Last I heard about you was that were running solo on missions.”

“Unfortunately, but nothing I can’t handle,” you grinned. “Even got the scars to prove it.”

“I bet,” Price chuckled. “Now, as you both heard this is Hound, she’s going to be joining us from here on out, now Hound this here is Ghost and this one is Soap.”

Your raised your brow, “Soap? What type of name is Soap?”

Gaz and Price laughed while Ghost gave a slight chuckle. Soap stared at you in shock but his smile never faltered.

“Pft yeah? What kind of name is Hound huh,” Soap said back.

You hummed, “At least mines makes sense.”

“Wow,” Soap laughed. “Okay fine, we’ll then welcome to the team Hound.”

Price placed his hand on your shoulder gently this time, your eyes darted to his hand. You felt your body tense up again, you did the same with Gaz too… these were people you know, people you trusted. Your mind knew this, so why was your body acting so different?

Price’s tone shifted slightly, “Welcome to task force 141 Hound, I’m glad you came.”

“Me too…”

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Desert rose

Soap x 141 reader

I've never played COD nor do I plan to. I cracked because of all the other stories and Tiktoks. If things are inaccurate I apologize in advance.

Reader can sing

Undercover

Possible part two?

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Call sign: Bumblebee

Price handed you a dossier to read at, and you peered at it for a minute before glaring at your boss.

“You want me to what?”

"I want you to go undercover as a performer," Price remarked gradually.

"A performer?" Gaz asked, his face furrowed.

Soap started to snicker and you and Gaz both looked at each other with distraught eyes. "What type of performer?"

"Get your head out of the gutter, MacTavish," you said with a groan, tossing the file on the table. " I doubt I would be of any assistance in this department, sir, with all due respect."

Soap retrieved the file from the table and examined it, with Ghost gazing over his shoulder.

"Don't worry, Bonny , you'd be fantastic in this department," Soap replied with a wink. Your eyes rolled as you heard this.

"The buyer will be there tonight, Bee, it's too late to find someone now," Price spoke as he handed you another file. "We leave in an hour, here the information you'll need. Alright meeting dismissed."

You aimed daggers at Price's head, knowing he could call anyone with the flick of a wrist, and Kate would have made sure of it. Fuck, she could be in on it. You thought to yourself.

"Aye, bumblebee, got a minute?" Soap calls to you. You sighed as you walked over to him. "What is it, MacTavish?"

Soap rubbed the back of his neck lightly with his fingers. "Er- you looked a little bothered, I was just wondering if you were alright?"

You lifted your brow at the Scottish man in front of you. "You called me over here…to see if I was okay? Really?”

"Yeah...I know you avoid doing undercover missions since it's not really your style-"

"Speed it up MacTavish." You breathed. Soap sighed, and you saw a change in his mood; his gaze seemed to soften as he stared at you. He put his hand on your shoulder and gave you a light squeeze. "I'm here for ya, I got your back."

You nodded and squeezed Soap's hand before turning around and walking down the corridor, clenching onto the file in your hand.

If Soap was being really honest with himself, he had a hard time getting his eyes off of you ever since the day you two met. He observed you as you walked down the hall, meticulously inspecting you from head to toe. The day you were introduced to the team for the first time. When you stared at him, he felt as if he had no words for the first time in his life, and you stung his heart. For him, the name bumblebee was perfect for you; it fitted you well.

You were beautiful, stunning, and absolutely breathtaking. He wasn't the only one who noticed; he also noticed other people stealing glances at you. The notion of you being closer to someone else with all his pent-up sentiments just waiting to spill out sacred him at times.

He also knew you despised undercover assignments because of your history, but although understanding they were part of the job, you pushed through them. He admired that about you, you were sweet but also a kick ass solider.

"Soap."

Kate jolted Soap out of his stupor. Kate lifted her brow at him, and he noticed a bag in her hand. He figured it was for you. "Yes, ma'am?"

"Where's Y/N?"

"She just left, I think to her room," Soap said, indicating in the direction you had just come from. Kate nods and begins walking down the hall. As she continued down the corridor, Kate spoke up. "Oh, and one more thing, don't linger like that, you look ridiculous."

…

You were standing inside a dressing room, staring out the window, trying not to worry about having to perform in front of a large crowd for the sake of this mission.

A highly skilled and knowledgeable man who was capable of detonating several blocks' worth of buildings with the flick of a finger must be interrogated for information. But no one can get a hold of him, which is where you come in. You needed to lower his guard, get him to look at you, and give him a performance to remember... at least

Your stomach started to flutter with butterflies. "What am I doing here?" you wondered aloud. You looked down at your hands; they were clammy and dripping with perspiration. You began wiping them on the chair to prevent getting them on the fancy outfit Kate had bought for you. Kate claims it was quite expensive, and she want to have it returned in one piece so she may wear it on her date night.

For a brief period, you were transfixed by the flashing lights and dancing people. They were dancing carelessly, with one of the world's most lethal men inside, nonchalantly wandering around with blood on his hands.

"Bumblebee how copy?"

You scoffed smugly hearing a familiar Scottish accent, "I Copy."

"Told ya I got your back."

"My hero," you chuckled.

"How you feelin'? Your on in twenty."

"Nervous…anxious, I don't know honestly," you sighed.

"Ah, come on lass you'll be okay, if anything happens I'll pull you off the stage myself."

"And risk the mission and your like, nah I don't think so Soap."

"Trust me bee, your not the only one with stingers y'know."

"Pft, really, I might have to have a chat with Price about changing my code name," you laughed slightly.

"You better not even think about it lass."

"Mmm, we shall see soapy."

"Soapy huh?" You heard Soap chuckle a bit.

"I know it's not my best," you admitted with a giggle. You had to confess that hearing Soap's voice made you feel a little less anxious. You stood up from your seat and walked slowly towards the door.

"I'm going to the stage..."

"Copy, Good luck Bonny."

"Bonny? What's that mean?"

"I'll tell you... someday."

You emerged from the changing area and made your way to the backstage, where you saw other women leaving the stages. Judging by their attire, you could tell that these women were exotic dancers. As one of the women smiled and winked at you, you felt your cheeks flush. "Hey there, looking fine honey, knock em' dead out there."

A curvy woman came to a halt in front of you. You remained motionless as the lady observed you. She had blonde hair and brown eyes, and she circled you for a bit before humming. "What's your name dear?"

"Bonny," you said hastily.

That wasn't your alias.

"Come this way, Bonny," the lady said as she led you to the stage. "What are you performing, hun?"

"A song..."

"Shy little thing aren't you? Does the manager know your preforming?"

You said shakily, "Uh- yeah..."

You seized the microphone from the woman as she started to wave someone over; based on the way they stared at you, you assumed it was the manager. The DJ then gave you a thumbs up. During the woman's introduction of you to the crowd, everything fell silent. As you entered the stage's spotlight, you felt all the anxiety surge back towards you.

You closed your eyes and then reopened them, scouring the crowd for your objective. You started humming before you started singing.

Soap listened intently as you sang; when he heard your voice, which was calming, he felt as like he was being cast under a trance. And only then were you entrancing, the way you walked smoothly as if you hadn't been scared and stressed just seconds before.

You appeared calm up there, as if you belonged there. You looked like an angel with your eyes half-lit as you swept the crowd until you made eye contact with him. He followed you as you walked to the edge of the stage, past a few people, and over to him, putting the mic between you and him.

At the exact second Soap was about to risk it all, you put your palm on his chest while gazing into his eyes. "I got sharp edges, I get defensive too lost to care, middle finger in the air, I'm sorry that I scared ya, be my protector when I cross the Sahara... Take me there, take me there and-"

He wanted to follow you, spin you around in his arms. He breathed out. He closed his eyes as he heard your voice, allowing it to flood his mind. God- you were intoxicating. He opened his eyes starring up at the ceilings lights. He yearned for you above all else—he ached to hold you, touch you, feel you, hear you, and everything else. You and only you.

Your voice quickly returned to a murmur as you returned to the stage. The music stopped, and then a wave of whistles and cheering erupted.

"Good work bee." Soap heard Price say.

"I've got eyes on the target." Gaz said. "He's headed to the backrooms."

"Copy that," you said. "Going in."

...

You walked into your dressing room and were greeted by a tall man. He was dressed in a velvet suit and wore a gold watch around his wrist.

"Hello, sir. May I help you?" You speak gently. "Are you lost?"

"Ah no miss, I was actually looking for you," the man said, clearing his throat.

"What is it?"

"See, I never really do this since it's not really my thing- but I was captivated by your song, you have such a lovely voice miss," the man explained.

You made a phony giggle and said, "Thank you, appreciate it, but honestly it was all last minute."

"I wouldn't have suspected, and you're relatively beautiful, I should add."

You starred at the man curiously, "Thank you, your not so bad yourself," you trailed off. You needed him to look at you because the way he looked at you felt strange. You felt your cheeks flush, though, and for a brief moment, you pictured Soap. You wanted him to look at you. The way he stared at you, it was as if time had stopped for a split second.

"May I ask what your name is Ms?"

"Oh... it's Bonny...well my name is BB but I recently have found a new liking to the name Bonny."

"Hm... any particular reason why?"

"Well, it's just something someone close to me calls to me as," you stated as you sat in your chair. "I think it's adorable."

"I see…so, Ms Bonnie, would you like to join me tonight?"

"I'm not sure… I need to get home to my dad; I need to give him his medication before he signs me up for anything else," You scoffed.

"I'm sure your father will be okay without you for a night," the man murmured as he approached you, standing behind you.

You made a humming sound "A night —? I'm only worth a one-night stand?"

"Certainly not," the man responded with a deep chuckle, trailing his fingers along your shoulders. "You deserve the world, and I'm more than willing enough to give it you, a voice like yours deserves to be kept for one's ears alone."

"Is that what you say to every woman you meet, sir?" You giggled. You wanted to roll your eyes and walk out of the room. You didn't want him to touch you, you wanted Soap to. You wanted Soap here, you needed him here. You let out a sigh turning your head to look up at the man. You tilted your head at the man. "You never told me your name..."

The man grinned and extended his hand for you to take, remarking, "Let's get out of here so you can properly say it."

You gave the man a modest smile and placed your hand in his.

He led you rapidly outside the building, perhaps ready to engage in physical contact that you were trying to avoid at all costs. This is what happened the last time you went undercover, which made you hate them. You weren’t sure why Price wanted you to do this mission to be exact. If he wanted to hear you sing or something all he had to do was ask. The man led you to a car opening the door for you on the passenger side with a small gesture telling you to hop in. You sat in the seat with a nervous smile as the door shut.

Leaning your head back against the seat you sighed as the man got in the drivers seat turning the car on and making way to who knows where. Mid drive he placed his hand on your thigh giving it a firm squeeze, you wanted to slap his hand away. You closed your eyes, picturing Johnny’s hand on thigh…

“So… what brought you to out tonight?” You spoke up making sure your tone was curious.

“Just business.”

You tilted your head to look at the man, “You run your own company?”

“Yes, I do.”

You pretend to let out a amused hum as you placed your hand over the one on your thigh, “I’ve always wanted to do that, do you mind if I told you my idea?”

“This should interesting then, go on Bonny.”

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kneexcutter · 1 year

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Started with one mission

Before you continue, for the record, I've never played COD nor do I plan to. I cracked because of all the other stories and Tiktoks. If things are inaccurate I apologize in advance.

Inspiration: surprise by @kovieky (I found it on Ao3) and you make me nervous by @kovieky

Price x 141 reader

Call sign: Ironhide

The day you joined task force 141 it was one hell of an experience. The day you met the people who would go to any length for you, just as you would do for them. They were your friends, your family, and your determination to keep fighting. It's always something unexpected when you wake up every day.

You were in the mess hall with Soap, Gaz, and Ghost not long ago. While Price was in his office, Soap was telling you all a story about his upbringing.

"How about you, guys? Think about having little ones one day?” Soap inquires, a smirk on his face.

Gaz hummed as he chewed into his food. "I don't know, I've always dreamed to raise a family but having one, not sure."

"With our line of work, it'd be impossible," Ghost remarked.

Soap smiled at you with a cheeky optimistic grin. "How about you, lass? Imagine having kids?"

“Uh… I considered it. I'd like to have children, but I haven't found the right person yet, like Ghost said it'd be difficult in this line of work." You responded by fiddling with your fingers. You lied; you did find the right guy, but he was your boss, your superior, and the team's captain.

"There were a couple, but they weren't really worth my time," you stated frankly. Besides, none of them compared to Price. They could never be. Price had your attention from the moment you met. Something in his eyes had you wrapped around his finger, and you were surprised that only Kate had noticed.

"I think you'd be a great parent," Gaz says with a warming smile, while Soap chuckles. "I'm sure those kids would be afraid of you."

"They would not!" you laughed. " Kids adore me, Johnny."

“Oh really?”

“Yup.”

“That’s something I want to see.”

Price entered the room while carrying a file of paperwork, just as you and Soap started to prod at one another. He whistled, capturing your attention.

...

Right now, you're standing in an empty house with a little girl clutching onto you, sobbing and whimpering to stay silent as the gunshots became increasingly closer.

"Ironhide! Do you copy?!"

The sound of your captain's voice made you wince. While inspecting the tiny house, you tightened your hold on the girl. Three bodies were there, two of which were likely the girl's parents—a man and a woman.

The other was an adversary you killed while trying to find a hiding place. It was then that the girl clung to you, wailing and shouting.

Price could be heard giving you directions to the chopper. They were still looking for you… You exhaled in relief but were quickly reminded that this was wrong. They were scheduled to go, which meant that you would be left behind and would never see them again.

"All right, we're going to run now. Hold on to me and don't let go." As you began to position the little girl on your back, you whispered to her. She nodded and placed her arms tightly around you, her hands on your vest.

“Copy.” That was all you said before leaving the house.

. . .

“Anything?” Gaz inquired, peering out the window of the chopper. "It's approximately 40 minutes."

“She’s coming.” Price stated firmly. "I know she is. Ironhide always pulls through."

Gaz nods and turns around to see Ghost and Soap approaching them. Soap shook his head. “Nothing.”

"We need to be going, sir, it's getting destructive out there," Ghost remarked. "If we spend any more time out here, they'll find us."

“Fuck!”

Price's heart ached as he realized they had to depart. They had to leave, and the sound of the chopper jolted Price into the present moment, followed by a shout.

He came to a halt, it sounded like you. Was he losing his mind? He turned his head now, noticing someone running towards them.

“Ironhide… KID, HOLY FUCK!"

Price dashed towards you, catching you just as you were about to collapse.

"There's more… coming… we need to…" you attempted to speak. When Price noticed the small girl on your back, he merely nodded his head, guiding you to the chopper.

Soap cheerfully greeted you before pausing mid-sentence to look at the child. Price assisted you in sitting down, while the girl sat on your lap, still crying.

You encircled her, hugging her close, doing your best to soothe her. Eventually, you were unable to maintain your open eyelids and fell asleep. Having the girl in your arms while you both slept caught Price's attention.

Price tenderly stroked the side of your cheek before gently touching your shoulder as you all returned to base. Instead of you, the little girl awoke, slightly yawning and rubbing her eyes, which appeared to bother her due to the grime on her face.

"Hey, sweetheart," Price said quietly.

Price's hand was kicked away from your sleeping form by the little girl. Price glanced at the girl in disbelief as he heard unexpected laughing from behind him.

"The tiny one doesn't like you, captain," Soap grinned.

"Right, so why don't you come get her then, mate?" Price sneered at Soap before stepping aside.

“Watch an learn.” Soap gave the little girl a friendly smile. "Hey beautiful, aren't you a cute one ay, come on out here so we can wake up our lass, yeah?"

The girl merely shouted at Soap's attempt to get closer to you before kicking him hard in the nose. Soap fell backwards, clutching his nose, while Gaz and Price burst out laughing.

"What should we do now?" In order to avoid getting booted, Gaz questioned.

Ghost and Price exchanged glances before Ghost nodded, approached the girl, and pulled her away from you. The girl began to kick and scream.

"NO, MAMA!" As she witnessed Price begin to take you in his arms, the girl cried louder and louder.

"Did she just-" Gaz asks, his eyes wide.

"She did, indeed…" Soap laughed in response. "After all, Ironhide did say she wanted children."

"Is this even permitted?" Gaz inquired. Surely there was something about bringing a kid back to base. “Dunno, we’ll have to see.”

. . .

When you opened your eyes, you were met with a dazzling white light. As you heard beeping and a small child giggling, you sighed. You winced as you sat up, noticing the little girl playing with Price's bucket hat.

You locked your gaze on them for a moment, a warm smile spreading across your face. You couldn't deny you were in love with your captain. This sight was something you never wanted to forget.

Price turned to face you, a look of relief on his face. "Well look who's awake," he said as he tapped the girl.

With a wave of sparkle in her eyes, the tiny girl swung around and ran towards you, virtually belly flopping on top of you and putting her arms around your neck. "Mama's up!"

You froze, did she just…call you mama…as in mom?! A tidal rush of emotions slammed through you, and you put your arms around the girl as tears streamed down your face. You started to cry hysterically, and Price leaned over and caressed the side of your head.

“Why sad?” The girl asked, moving back to look at you. She started wiping your tears away with her fingers. You observed that she was wearing several bandages, including two that were wrapped over her arms and face.

"I'm just glad you're okay…" You mumbled.

When the door was knocked on, Price turned to see the doctor. "I apologize for bothering you, but may I borrow the girl?"

Your brows furrowed as you regarded Price. "Why do they need her?"

Price returned her gaze to you, "They're only running a few tests, sweetheart, to make sure she's not carrying anything."

"She's just a kid." You protested while clutching the girl.

"I know, darlin, I know," Price sighed. " She'll return immediately after she's finished, I assure you."

You locked your gaze on Price for a split second before heaving a defeated sigh. "Sir, yes."

"Bye, mama," the girl said before hugging you once more then taking Price's hand. Soap, Gaz, and Ghost walked into the room, Soap waved at the small girl, who stuck her tongue out at him. Gaz laughed loudly, and Ghsot chuckled.

"Hey Ironhide," Gaz replied as he laughed. "How are you feeling?"

"Tired," you chuckled. "She called me as Mom…"

"We were surprised, too," Gaz adds. "When Ghost had to get her off of you, she started crying for you and went out the room to find you. Price had to stay her the entire time."

You laughed at the thought of a group of trained military soldiers being outpaced by a little girl.

"How long did it last?" You inquired.

"Two days," Ghost said. "I'm not sure how long we could keep that girl under wraps for."

"Well, the captain sure handled it well," Soap chuckled. "You three looked like a family, you know."

Your face flushed, and you opened your eyes wide. “JOHNNY!

“What? It's true, isn't it, Gaz?"

Your gaze was drawn to Gaz, who began to nod his head up and down.

“You sons of bitches.” You grumbled.

"Woah, watch your language mama, don't want the young one picking up on your language," Soap giggled as you tried to throw your pillow at him.

"What are you muppets yapping your traps about?"

"Nothing, sir," both Gaz and Soap replied.

"All right, now all of you out," Price replied, stepping aside.

"Feel better, Ironhide," Soap said as Ghost pushed him out. Gaz closed the door behind them.

Price sat down next to your bed and crossed his arms. "You realize what you did was a stupid and risky move, solider."

"And you violated protocol by staying when you were supposed to leave, sir."

"I'm liable for you, it's my job to make sure you all come back in one piece and alive," Price sighed.

You lowered your gaze to the IV in your arm. "Am I in trouble, sir?"

"That depends," Price responded. "You scared the hell out of me, darlin', you showed up about half dead with a child on your back…"

"She wasn't that heavy," you quietly giggled. "I tried to leave her, but she wouldn't let go… I know I shouldn't have become attached, but-"

You felt a hand clutch onto yours, squeezing it tightly as if you were about to go any second. You turned to meet Price's gaze. Your body tingled as he stared at you. "John…" you murmured.

Your breath caught as you scratched your eyes as Price leaned forward and rested his forehead against yours.

He mumbled, "Never do something like that again, do you copy?"

You smiled, "I copy."

With his arms crossed, Price pulled away from you. "All we have to do now is figure out what to do with the girl."

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I followed Bumblebee for quite a bit when he suddenly stopped, I stopped behind him watching as Sam and Mikaela got out and stood there while Bumblebee drove away.

He's always had a habit of doing this back home from what I remember, He'd leave and come back like nothing happened.

A few seconds went by and Bumblebee came back in a better looking vehicle, Sam and Mikaela stared at him in awe while getting in.

I followed him slowly and cautiously; he could be leading me into a trap, but it's reasonable to presume he's not…

We came to a halt near a spot where Sam and Mikaela were watching as other cybertronions began to rain down into the Earth's night sky.

After that, I followed Bumblebee around for a while, eventually finding myself following him to an alleyway. I waited around the corner; regardless of my plan, it's safer for me to stay out of sight.

I heard some of the others speaking and adjusting. a voice… that voice… it was Optimus Prime. The last Prime… A shiver went up my spine; he sounds nothing like Megatron. It's pleasant in certain ways-

The medical officer of the Autobots, Ratchet, spoke softly enough for me to miss what he was saying in our language.

Ironhide, who was the weapon specialist back home and probably still is, scoffed in a harsh and raspy voice that I immediately recognized.

“Come over here, femme, Restarlueus (arms) and servos (hands) up, now,” Ironhide's voice had a hint of intimidation. I changed into my robot mode and entered the alley as instructed. I looked down and saw Sam and Mikaela. Their expressions were a mix of relief and lingering fear.

Scrap, there are five Autobots… this may turn out bad. But, frag it, I’m already here. When I succeed, I can convince Megatron that I am honorable. Screamer will never have a chance against me again. Unless Shockwave arrives…

“What is your designation(name), solider?” Optimus inquiries.

I raised my helm(head) slightly to look up at him. “Y/N.”

Upon watching Ironhide aim his gun at me, Bumblebee hesitantly moved in front of me. Why?

“What is it that you seek Y/N?." Ironhide grunted, his ocular ridges tightening as he walked forward, "If your here for the boy, I'll destroy you before you get a chance."

I looked down at Mikaela, then back at Optimus. “I seek knowledge, Mikaela said words to me that moved my spark, I would like to learn more from the girl.”

Mikaela is peering up at me from the corner of my eyes, a faint smile on her fleshy face.

After a brief period of silence, Optimus turned his attention from me to the girl before nodding emphatically. Drawing back his canons, Ironhide muttered. “Trust is earned, Y/N I understand you are under Megatron’s command list, trust is earned, if what you say is true then I will hold you to it.”

I nodded and turned my helm towards Mikaela, returning a modest smile.

I'm not lying about what I told Optimus, but her remarks are making me question myself a little bit more. Not because I’m a femme, No, it’s deeper then that. I might benefit for the time being from taking a break from the others.

Bumblebee whistled at me to get my attention.

“Welcome to the team old friend,” He spoke on the radio through several broadcasting outlets. I won't get accustomed to this, I assure you. I can still clearly hear his voice in my head. It's a terrible what occurred happened, Blitzwing truly offers no mercy.

“Prime, are we really going to let a con follow us to Sam’s location?” Ironhide questioned.

“I agree with Ironhide, Optimus, this could be a trap.”

Bumblebee waved his servos shaking his helm. “She’d have my head by now…captain.”

I laughed as I turned my backplate towards them. "There's no need to cover my defense, They're right, Bumblebee, you can't always trust a Decepticon." I switch to my alternate mode before driving a short distance out of the alley.

“Let’s move quickly, I fear the decepticons are getting ready to mobilize,” Ratchet said. “Bumblebee should remain with her until further notice.”

“No time,” Optimus says. “I trust that Y/N will know better then to make contact.”

“How do you know that boss man?” Jazz asked. “The evil ones always have the prettiest faces.”

“I do not know, just be alert in case Y/N does act against her words.” Optimus stated. “Let’s roll.”

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After the performance, Caitlyn chanted and clapped. "That was incredible! What did you guys think?" As Caitlyn turned her head, Vi and Jinx were sitting there with their eyes wide and jaws hanging open. "Um... hello?" Caitlyn's gaze flew between Jinx and Vi's reactions. The door behind them suddenly opened, and Caitlyn glanced up to see the earlier-noticed security guy. He motioned for them to follow him. Caitlyn sighed and took Jinx and Vi by the wrists, dragging them along after her as she followed the guard.

The guard entered a back room and opened the door, allowing Caitlyn, Jinx, and Vi to pass before closing it again. Three heads perked up and turned to face them. A woman wearing chic sunglasses dropped her shades with her razor-sharp, silver claws that strangely did not scratch her face. Caitlyn's gaze was drawn to the woman. Her stare was unnerving. As a police officer, Caitlyn had no trouble coping with people staring at her. But she was getting nervous, almost anxious.

"May I help you darling?"

Caitlyn's eyes raced around the room, a blush grew on her cheeks, she began to stammer and fidget, until Vi shook out of her trance and spoke out. "Were uh here to see someone..."

"Oh? And who may that be?" A woman with blond hair and pinkish tips asked. She stood up to welcome them while smiling sweetly. Jinx gasped and pointed to the woman's furry ears on top of her head as she stared at the woman in shock. "I've never actually seen ears like that in person!"

"It's rude to point Jinx, stop it," Caitlyn replied, lowering Jinx's hand.

"It's quite alright. I'm used to it. Who are you looking for now?"

"We nickname him Little Man," Vi giggled slightly, "but-"

"Little Man? What kind of nickname is that?"

"I find it cute, Evelynn," commented a woman with long black hair with green streaks.

"Kai'sa, you think everything is cute," Evelynn, the woman with the sunglasses stated.

"Pardon me, where are my manners, I'm Ahri and this is Kai'sa and Evelynn, and you are?"

Vi opened her mouth to introduce herself, but someone else said her name. She recognized that voice and almost burst into tears when she heard them say her name. Vi turned her head, seeing Ekko walking into the room through another door. Ekko grinned broadly and rushed over to embrace her. Ekko turned his head, seeing Jinx smirking at him. He grinned from ear to ear and reached out to embrace her, nearly toppling over.

"I missed you guys so much!" Ekko nearly choked up. "Look at you! You crushed it out there Little Man," Vi said, ruffling EKko's hair and taking a step back to look at him.

"When the hell did you get so tall?" Jinx poked Ekko's cheek.

Ekko took Jinx's hand in his own, lightly squeezing it before turning to face her, his gaze softening as he engulfed her in a hug. The hug was firmer than a few seconds before, and Jinx hummed as she closed her eyes, taking in Ekko's aroma. He was really sweaty, but Jinx could complain about that at a later time.

"I really missed you," Ekko whispered as he let Jinx out of his embrace. "You sure don't act like it," Jinx laughed as she punched Ekko's arm.

Ekko laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "I know, I know, I'm extremely sorry. I've been really busy with all this, honestly."

"You should've said something sooner we were starting to think you were ghosting us," Vi says. "Even Mylo was asking about you the other day."

Ekko raised his brow with a smirk, "Really?"

Vi chuckled, "Yeah, believe me when I say I was a little surprised too."

"Is it really so surprising? You were all childhood friends were you not?" Caitlyn asked.

Ekko glanced towards Caitlyn. He gave her a warm smile before he wrapped an arm around her, "Oh right, Ekko this is Caitlyn, She's my girlfriend."

Caitlyn engulfed Ekko's hands in hers, and with an excited gaze in her eyes, said, "I'm already a huge fan and I rarely listen to this kind of music, but I'm already a huge fan!"

Ekko laughed, then turned his head towards the others that walked into the room. "Nice to meet you too Caitlyn. Thank you! and it's thanks to Akali really. Without her I would've just been stuck."

Akali, the young woman with spiky blonde hair, Jinx noticed that she was dressed in a tube top, suspender leggings, and black with a white glove, arm band, and bracelet. She was the other rapper on stage with Ekko, who the crowd was screaming the most for. Even Vi was blown away when Akali came on stage.

"Hey! You guys are Ekko's friends, right?"

Vi nodded as Akali came closer to them. "I'm Akali, like Ekko said. It's really nice to meet you, Ekko rarely ever shuts up about you guys."

Jinx pursed her lips and said, "Aw, you missed us that much."

Ekko rolled his eyes, "Yeah, I did. I'll admit it, I did. But, let's not act like you didn't miss me either."

"Yeah, I did, and so did Fishbones," Jinx said. "Vi made me leave him in the car though."

Ekko chuckled, "Then let's go get him, I wanna catch you guys up on everything."

Vi winked as she tossed the car keys to Ekko. "You two go on ahead we'll stay here."

...

"You still have us as your lock screen?" Jinx inquired, fidgeting with Ekko's phone as they moved down the corridor, past the guard who opened the door for them. Ekko snickered, "Duh! why wouldn't I?"

Jinx cast a brief glance at Ekko. She wasn't sure what to say. His lock screen was a picture of them as kids, with Mylo and Clogger on the sides, Mylo making a face at Clogger, and Clogger just smiling. Ekko unlocked the car door while Jinx circled the car to grab Fishbones. Jinx hugged Fishbones with a smile on her face, "I'm sorry I had to leave you buddy! But guess who's here!"

Jinx turned Fishbones towards Ekko, who was laughing and waving both his hands at the metallic shark. Ekko scooped up Fishbones, swaying him around. "Hello, Fish Head! It's been a long time! How've things been? Have you kept Jinx out of trouble?"

Jinx snickered cheekily, "Hey! If anything I'm the one keeping him outta trouble okay."

Ekko laughed, "Oh yeah, I'm sure."

"What? You don't believe me?" Jinx said stepping closer to Ekko.

Ekko took a step closer to her, "Nope."

Jinx remarked while biting her bottom lip, "Fine, remember that little man." Ekko grinned as he handed Fishbones back to her. "And what exactly are you gonna do, shorty?"

"You really want to ask me something like that?" snorts Jinx.

"You're right," Ekko remarked after a few moments of thought. Jinx walked away, hoisting herself onto the trunk of the car to sit on it. She smirked at Ekko as she patted the area next to her. Ekko shook his head as he walked over, huffing himself onto the car.

"Your not sore from at that moving around?" Jinx questioned.

"Eh, not really," Ekko replied."Pft lair," Jinx mumbled, punching him on the arm. "You guys were amazing tonight."

"Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed the show."

So, how about you and your girlfriend? How long have you been dating?"

"What girlfriend?" Ekko inquired, raising his brows slightly.

"You know, Akali, the one with the spikey blonde hair?" Jinx said.

"Pfft nah, Akali's definitely not my girlfriend," Ekko sneers, shaking his head.

"Aw, why not? You two would make a cute couple," Jinx giggled.

"She's like another older sister to me, and on top of that she's WAY out of my league," Ekko clarified. "Why'd you think me and Akali were a thing?"

"I dunno, you guys really clicked on stage, so I just assumed," Jinx shrugged.

Ekko hummed, running his hand through his hair, and a smirk formed on his lips as he leaned in closer to Jinx, "Jealous?"

"Of course, Akali's hot as fuck," Jinx said with a smirk. "I'm jealous that you get to breath in the same space as her."

"Really," Ekko said, with a deadpan expression.

Ekko blew a strain of his hair out of his face as Jinx flung up her head and burst out laughing, squeezing onto her stomach. "Well, I'm really feeling the love."

Jinx continued to cackle as she leaned against Ekko. "You should see your face! Hilarious!"

Ekko felt his cheeks heating up and began to cough. Jinx began to wipe her tears away as she smiled broadly at him. Jinx laid her head on his lap letting out a few giggles before sighing and began playing with the ends of her hair, "Is this what you've been up to this entire time?"

"...Yeah," Ekko said softly. "At first it was a distraction but now I'm really into it, if I could rewind time and do it all over again I honestly would, it was really life changing for me you know."

"Why do you say that? Something happen?" Jinx poked Ekko's cheek.

"Nothin' really, I just wasn't feelin' like myself y'know?"

Jinx hummed. He was lying, and they both knew it.

"Yea, I get that," Jinx replied. "Sometimes you feel like no one's there, even with a room full of crowded people."

"Was that how you felt all those years?" Ekko asked cautiously. Jinx gives a nod "Absolutely, all the time. Especially after Lux dumped me-"

"Wait, what?" Ekko lowered his gaze to Jinx. "Lux ended things with you? Why? When? What happened?"

"It doesn't really matter, it is what it is... you can't reverse the past," Jinx said as she sighed and closed her eyes. As Jinx began to raise herself from Ekko's lap, Ekko's stare softened. She jumped down from the trunk before turning to grin at Ekko. "Let's go back before everyone starts thinking were doing something we shouldn't."

"Powder..." said Ekko as he immediately followed her.

"It's Jinx."

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