Dad things Sandman says/does because he's a total dad™ :
He leans on doorframes, crosses his arms and asks "You okay?" when Roach is upset.
Makes sure everyone has eaten breakfast - can't go out working on an empty stomach.
"I'm not talking as his Commanding Officer, I'm saying, as his DAD, I don't think-"
Stands on the porch in the middle of a hurricane, hands on hips and says "Yep, looks like rain."
Takes Nacho for a walk and converses with the neighborhood dog mums (they think he's hot - he is oblivious).
"Ro'... Roach don't- Roach! Oh my god- GARY DON'T YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT IT-"
So many puns. Sometimes he says them ironically, but sometimes he just can't help himself.
"Simon, if anything happens to my kid; I'm going to shove that mask so far up your ass, you'll be able to cough it up. You understand?"
Talks in baby voice to Nacho - because he's the bestest boy, oh yes he is, Nacho is the goodest doggo in the world, oh yes yes he deserves all the treats.
Constantly living heart attack after heart attack because of his and Roach's occupation.
He's Roach's father before everything else - he will always prioritise his son and makes it very clear to the people he works with.
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Been thinking about that sandman and price ship the anon mentioned
They were together for a while, and both teams went on missions together often because of this. However they decided to break it off, because Sandman was nearly killed because Price got something wrong. He was scared of losing sandman. They remained on good terms because there was no bad blood between the two, and would sometimes join forces together on missions that required a trustworthy ally.
Price didn't know 'down the rabbit hole' would possibly be their last goodbye.
When Sandman had gotten hit by the shrapnel from the car, Price felt time slow down. This was a mess from, from start to finish. His intel was bad and they’ve lost good men today. But he refused to let one of those men be Sandman.
The fact they got out alive, Price clutching the bleeding Sandman as exfil got them out of there, it was a miracle itself. Sandman was taken straight to surgery to save him, Price unable to do anything but pray to the god he didn’t believe in. He stared at the clock most of the time, anxious and tears threatening to spill. He was such a fool.
After hour a nurse comes to him. He jumped to his feet at the sight of her.
“How is he?!”
“The surgery was a success, he’s going to be fine.”
Price almost cried out in relief.
“I won’t lie to you, it was touch and go throughout the procedure. Someone was looking out for him.”
Price almost looked up at the ceiling but didn’t.
“Can I see him?”
“He’s resting and will probably be out until tomorrow.”
“I don’t care… Can I sit in the room with him?”
The nurse nods and takes him through the halls to the room Sandman was in. Seeing him out of gear, covered in bandages and pale form bloodloss— Guilt wracked him. The nurse directed him to a chair near the bed.
“Let him rest.”
She left them be, Price staring at Sandman. His normally beautiful hair looked dirty, his strong body now looked so frail. Price sniffs before taking the chair and moving it next to the bed. He gently takes the sleeping man’s hand and cradles it in his own, afraid he would break.
“I’m so sorry…”
Price laid his head on the bed, still holding Sandman’s hand, as he cried. He almost lost him. All because of rotten information.
At some point Price fell asleep, head nestled against Sandman’s hip. He wasn’t sure how long he’s been there, only that he was exhausted and in pain from the angle he’s been resting at. Fingers gently comb through his hair and it felt nice, loving. Price’s eyes snap open, realizing only one person could be doing that.
He sits up and Sandman is smiling tiredly at him, “Hey, John.”
Price tears up immediately, Sandman cupping his cheek.
“I’m okay, love.”
Price wanted to crawl onto the bed and lay with him, but he didn’t want to risk hurting him. So he just moved closer and rested his head on his arm. Sandman leans over and kisses his head, trying to joke with him.
“The fact a shitty little Honda almost took me out.”
Price looks at him and Sandman’s face falls, “Too soon?”
“I almost got you killed…”
“Hey, I almost died choking on a pea. I would rather be taken out by a car.”
Price sits up straight, “Sandy—“
“John, it’s okay! I’ve had countless near death experiences, what’s one more?”
“Because you almost died because of me!”
Tears fell down his face and Sandman seems to understand what was bothering Price. He takes one of Price’s hands and brings it to his face, kissing the man’s knuckles.
“John… it’s not your fault this happened.”
“It is! I’m the one who got the intel, who lead us through this-“
“Bad intel happens all the time.”
“But this time almost took you-“
Price stops himself from talking, swallowing back his tears. Sandman just tilts his head before kissing Price’s knuckles again. He then tugs on the man’s arm and coaxes him to lean closer to him. Their kiss was soft, Price melting against him. When they finally pull away Sandman strokes Price’s face.
“I’m not going anywhere. You hear me? It’s going to take a lot more than some shitty Honda to take me from you.”
Sandman kisses him again like he was trying to convince Price of that. Price sighs, pulling away from Sandman before resting his head on his chest just so he could listen to his heartbeat. Sandman puts a hand on his head, lightly scratching Price’s scalp, knowing how much the man loves it when he does that.
“I’m not going anywhere…”
Price closes his eyes, letting Sandman’s heartbeat calm him. Remind him that he was indeed alive.
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