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thegnomelord · 3 months

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(Brainrot time! Blame dougielovelove for their new work. Had a bit of a bad day and i usually dont write spicy things

This one can be set in monster au. Readers a captain of a whole different task force meant for oceanic endevours. Im talkin the readers a shark hybird (biased) their lieutenant a whale hybird, sergent an orca or a pufferfish, their newest recurits a fuckin salmon, the works.

They're close knit, heck even poly if you want. Price and the Reader meet through connections with Laswell. They find out they hav the same target, price is stubborn and wont drop the mission, despite how most of his team is not suited for water.

Reader respects it and they work really well together. A bit too well, even to the point theyre considering merging the teams.

Completely honest, Price is starting to fall for their fellow captain. I mean how can you not, they've swooped in and saved them countless times, preventing the oceans waters from completely swallowing them in the dark abyss.

Not to mention his sergents and lieutenant are just the cutest, so eager to do well and work together with his own. Just protective instincts, hit him to the point hes pickin everyone up and scentin them. They're his hoard now.

Reader and Price are settleing paper work in his office. Readers busy writing down important information and signing off reports, but price cant help but stare. How swift his hands move as each words is made and written, how tight his claws grip the pen with every small minisucle flick of the pen.

He hiccups a small flame when their fellow captain decided to extravagantly spin his pen when he trys to recall the missing info. How smooth it moves between his blackened fingers, swirling and turning flipping all between nimble and flexible rough- and hes hard.

Reader realizes Price is distracted, before he can call out their name, he glances down just to see whats got him so wrapped up in his mind.

Now all i can think about is Reader forcing Price to focus and finish his paperwork while hes got both his assets shoved up his ass. Price is just a mess, making his paperwork a completely unusable. Yet, the reader still wants him to finish, becuase if he dosent Price definitely wont.

Or they decide to have some fun, release the pent up desire the poor dragons been keeping buried. A soilder be it 141 or be from the readers own team, walks in. Can't help but love how the stoic draconic captain looks so small and pathetic under his co-leader. Joining in on the fun just to see how wrecked this great leader can get.)

Okay, this is cool and my horny is up but I made a few changes as I like characters to be more mythological and just animal hybrids, though those are cool too

CW:NSFW, quick and rough, subbot Price, Gaz, Oc sergeant, domtop reader

Price loves you. But you are one cruel bastard.

Those big rough hands of yours trace his taught belly, webbed fingers making a shiver crawl up his spine and stealing what little thoughts are left in his head as one of your hands trails down the smooth scales of his tail. "Come on dear captain, just a few more pages to go." You purr, chest rumbling against his back like the thrum of an engine, your lips tickling his pointy earlobe.

Price swears he's going to die; pants around his ankles and legs spread, stretched so wide on both of your shafts he can feel your heartbeat by the way your cocks twitch against his walls, each labored breath making his hole clench down desperately, his own hard cocks left hard and unattended.

It would be one thing if you claimed him like he wants you to, pushed him flat on the desk and fucked into him like he's nothing but a bitch to pump full of your cum.

But you don't. You just sitting inside him, hard and throbbing and still despite how much he tries to tempt you by clenching down. Price finds himself cursing the amount of patience you have.

"Sweetheart," He groans, voice too light and whiny for his own ears, head thrown back to give you a heatless glare. "C'mon, don't tease me." Price tries to grind his hips down but you hold him firm.

"Not until you finish those reports." You grunt, authoritative, and Price is stuck between wanting to bite you in revenge and trying to stifle a pathetic whine. "Go on, you only have a few pages left."

Those damn reports. Price can barely read his own handwriting, a light tremor in his fingers from the way your cocks press against his prostate. "Cruel bastard." He growls, sucking in a breath and clenching around you.

His chest flares with pride the second your claws dig into his body, not even your mind able to hold back the animalistic need to buck into the tight willing heat surrounding you. But it's a double edged sword — a hiccup of flame sparks from his mouth, your cockheads bumping his prostate and making a bead of precum spurt from his cocks.

"As if you're any better." You growl in his ear, your hair tickling his skin as you roughly nip at his though hide, pleasure and pain loosing their borders in his mind.

He doesn't notice the nicking on the door, but Price is ready for hell to swallow up when he finally registers the door open, his blue eyes rising to meet Sullivan — your hippocampus sergeant — who looks just as mortified to walk in on you like that as Price.

Sullivan's dark horse ears flicker back, the iridescent scales along his cheeks turning from ocean green to a vibrant embarrassed pink, "I- is this, this a- I can leave if, if, if- this looks like a-" The poor man stumbles over his words, eyes bouncing between Price's debauched form and your amused face.

It gets worse when Gaz pokes his head in behind Sullivan, "Hey captains are you-" His jaw falls, pupils dilating like he's a crow that just saw a shinny penny. "-oh."

You just chuckle, rough voice putting Sullivan at ease. "At ease boys," You snort, don't even attempt to hide anything, one hand sliding down to stroke his cock, so slick with his precum that his shaft slides through your hand just from you squeezing it. "Need something boys?"

Even from here Price can see the way Sullivan's eyes darken as well at the deep moan that tumbles out of Price's throat and Price has to bite his lip to keep the noises in check.

"I-" Sullivan sucks in a breath, scales slowly turning to the shade of an overcooked lobster. "I. . . I forgot."

"Can we join?" Gaz asks, chuckling at Sullivan's wide-eyed look. "What? As you weren't thinking it." He shrugs and places a kiss on his cheek when Sully nods meekly.

"I don't know." You hum, letting go of Price's cock to tilt his head to you, meeting his eyes. "Do you want your boys to help you keep focused?"

Price swallows, knows that all that awaits him should he accept would be pleasurable torture, but his bones burn with the need to have his hoard close to him, taking care of him for a change. "Yeah," He growls, less whiny and more demanding.

You hum and roll the chair back to create space for the two men beneath the table, "On your knees." You don't miss the way the authority in your voice makes both men shiver.

"You heard him," Gaz grins and pulls Sullivan towards you two by the hand, reminding you more of a puppy than any harpy as he happily gets on his knees.

Your gaze skirts to Sullivan as he tentatively settles on Gaz's right, pitch black eyes hidden behind that fringe you keep telling him to cut. "You alright with this Sully?" You ask, knowing the man's sexual experience is limited to one girlfriend and your team, and even then he's shy about many acts. "You don't need to do something you're unsure about. No one is going to be mad."

"I, yes. I want this." He swallows, looking back at you. "I, uh. . . I got some pointers." He says shily.

Gaz just snickers and throws his arm over Sullivan's shoulder. "I helped," He says proudly, wing spreading out to wrap around Sully's back.

"Rubbing off on my sergeant already huh?" You snort, your attention turning to Price when he growls, capturing his lips in a kiss to placate his demanding draconic side while your hand lets go of his cocks — an open offering to the two sergeants.

"Only in a good way." Gaz grins and leans in, opening his mouth and pink little tongue lolling out to lick at one leaking cock like he knows Price likes, lips wrapping around the tapered head and sucking on it, amusement bubbling in his chest when you hold Price's hips firm so he can't buck up.

Sullivan follows suit, less confident but still willing, holding the other cock in his smooth scalled hand and tentatively giving the crown a kiss, dark eyes watching both of your reactions as he slowly trails kisses around the cumhole, growing bolder with every small whimper until he's gently suckling on the tip like Gaz had done.

"You're doing good Sully," You praise, even your voice is hoarse from the way Price squeezes down on you now that the two sergeants are servicing his cocks. "You too Gaz." You reach down to gently pet his hair so Kyle doesn't feel left out, "Both of you, so good for me and Price."

Price, for his sake, may as well be a mindless animal from the way his brain is steadily melting out of his cocks like a lit candle, moaning low in his throat, his eyes closed to just feel the pleasure that's assaulting him on both ends. He can tell the difference between Gaz's and Sullivan's mouths, the duality of firm swipes of the tongue across his shaft and the kitten licks on his most sensitive parts making his head swim, hips trying uselessly to fuck into the hot mouths and your own cocks.

He whines when you grip his hips firmly. "No," You snort, both arms keeping his hips still so he can do nothing but endure. "You're not getting off until the job's finished."

Price shivers, "Bastard." He growls weakly, his eyesight blurry as he tries to focus on the document.

"Pot, kettle." You grin against his skin, helping guide his arm towards the documents where he left off. "C'mon, it's just a few pages, then your sergeants will be able to reward you fully."

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priceseyes · 5 months

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sgt. athena 'birdie' kallis and capt. john price - commission done by @felrija

enjoy the silence, cod-verse: a masterlist.

AHHH!!!! I've been excited about this for a while now, OMG!!!! LOOK AT THEM, MY BADASS BABIES!!! OHHH, they look so wonderful and in loveeeeee!!!! I love the way @felrija, they did an absolutely lovely job at portraying both my COD!OC, athena, as well as the relationship she has with price. GAH! they look so lovely together, I can't thank @felrija enough, seriously.

them, my babies.

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saturncodedstarlette · 1 year

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Teen!John & Y/N making out on the bed whilst music playing in the background :

John, slowly pulls away to breathe as he’s focusing on the view beneath him :

Y/N, with a dazed expression :

John, gently pressing his forehead against theirs with his heart still pumping :

Y/N, slowly comes back to senses as they’re looking up at him :

John : …It’s quiet.

Y/N, their hand running thru his hair :

Y/N : What is?

John, his thumb strokes their heated cheek : My mind. It’s finally quiet. It’s only quiet when I’m with you.

Y/N, leans up to give him a peck :

John & Y/N both lets out a carefree laugh as they’re continue to enjoy the night in each other’s arms :

📹Bonus📹

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dragonbe-writing · 1 year

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~Motor Mouth~

Captain John Price x Female! OC (no name)

Price is fixing a car. He covered in sweat, fingers stained with grease, hair messy. She can hardly stand it when he starts talking sweet nothings to the car...

NSFW. Semi-public sex, LOTS of praise, reader is drooling over Price

2.5K words

Request are open! I really appreciate any feedback, so if you like it, comment!

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It was hotter than all hell outside. She was wearing as few layers as the military would allow, hair pulled up and a hat shoved on her head. She had a towel tied to her belt loop to wipe herself off.

She got an insulated cup from the cabinets, filling it with ice and pouring some coke in it. She topped it off with jack. She peeked out the window, seeing John across the way working on the truck.

They had been driving around after the last mission, and the truck broke down. He seemed to know what the issue was and how to fix it, mumbling about “the alternator” and “transmission”. She didn’t understand any of it, and even if she did she kind of…. zoned out while he was talking. The way his face was stern with concentration, brows furrowed, mustache twitching, and talking her through the issues with his hands. His big, strong, beautiful hands.

She left the kitchen, walking over to the small hut he had set up with the cup. The truck was jacked up so he could get under it easier, only having to crouch. He was digging underneath the car, her shadow blocking his light and pulling him away.

“Hello, love. What can I do for you?” he asked, stepping out from under the car.

He was absolutely breathtaking. She let her eyes travel over him, taking in every detail. He was in his classic boots and pants, which fit him well. He had taken off his top shirt, revealing the white undershirt beneath it. It was no longer tucked in, the material waving around his belt buckle and the shirt stained with grease. Sweat dripped down his body, covering him in a nice shimmer. He must have scratched his beard, leaving a dark stain behind. His hair was messy, going every which way and highlighting his obvious attempts to fix it.

“You alright?” he asked, blue eyes sparkling with amusement as she ogled. She took in a breath, tearing her eyes away from his incredibly muscular, sweaty, exposed arms and meeting his eyes.

“Yeah, sorry. I brought you a jack and coke,” she held it out to him, heart fluttering as he gave her a warm smile.

“You spoil me, Sergeant.” He said, taking the cup in his hand. God, his hands. Absolutely covered in grease, every nook and cranny stained with his accomplishments. She wanted him to wrap them around hers, she wanted to feel their warmth, wanted to stain her hands with his own. She cleared her throat, looking back up to him.

“Figured you deserve a little pick me up. You’ve been working on it all day,” she said, earning another smile from him.

“It’s nothing, love. I’m almost done, just got to re-tighten a couple things,” he said.

“Anything I can help you with? Maybe keep you company?”

His eyes lit up, something that would go unnoticed to anyone else. But she spent enough time gazing into his eyes to know the difference. Her heart skipped.

“Actually, yeah. Could you hold the flashlight?”

“Of course, Captain.”

He handed her the flashlight, leading her under the truck. “Shine it right there.”

He reached into the abyss, feeling for God knows what. She was pressed against him, shining the light to the best of her ability.

Her senses were flooded with him. Their arms were rubbing against one another, the sweat from both of them making them stick to each other. His smell overwhelmed her, his smoke mixing with his musk and creating the perfect aphrodisiac. It was like he was releasing pheromones, each breath she took making her underwear a little more wet.

She was staring up at him, watching the way his face twitched as he felt around. She was absolutely captivated with him, not even noticing the light dipping further and further down.

“Love, the light,” he commented, letting out a grunt when he tried and failed at his task. He would hold his breath, chest heaving when he got frustrated.

“Sorry, sir.”

He snorted. “You don’t have to call me sir right now.”

“Sorry. Force of habit,” she replied, watching his muscles stretch as he reached even deeper.

“C’mon,” he mumbled, eyebrows scrunching up and his eyes closing. “Just a bit more sweetheart… c’mon love…”

She shut her eyes, listening to the sweet nothings he whispered to the car.

“Right there… there we go, darling.”

Her mind raced, drawing out the scene she so desperately wished would play out. His labored breathing was like a beating drum in her ears. She heard him let out a soft sigh of relief as he pulled his hand away.

“That should do it,” he said, smiling at her and grabbing the flashlight. His fingers barely grazed hers, sending a spark though her body. He lowered the car, taking a drink.

“Is it good?” she asked.

“Bloody brilliant. Best one I’ve ever had,” he said, sending her a wink. “Time to start her up, see if she works.”

He picked up the keys, climbing in. He put them in, turning the ignition. It stuttered, a terrible noise coming from the engine.

“Come on baby, come on,” he mumbled, keeping the key turned. It finally spurred to life, earning a smile from Price. “Atta girl! Knew you could do it!”

He turned the car off, tossing the keys aside. “Will you get the door? Don’t wanna track grease everywhere.”

She nodded, holding the door for him as he made his way inside the cabin. He got to the sink, turning the handle with his wrist.

“Anything else I can do?”

“There’s a big bottle under my sink. It has a pump on it. Bring it to me, please.”

She brought it.

“Can you put some on my hands?”

She tried to angle the bottle, but it was awkward and she missed entirely. She wrapped her arms around him, finally able to get some of the soap in his hands.

His smell was intoxicating, something she wanted bottled. Every whiff made her heart thump. She pulled back, setting the bottle on the counter.

“This soaps got some sand in it,” he started. “Makes it gritty, gets real deep in the skin to get the grease off. My hands are gonna be stained for a couple days anyway, even though they're clean.”

“Mm,” she hummed, watching as he rubbed the soap all over his hands. She watched his fingers intertwine, coating themselves more. She let her eyes travel up his arms, taking in every muscle and groove. She trailed them down his body, desperately wanting to see what was underneath all those clothes. He was covered in sweat, but that made him more desirable.

“You sure you’re alright, Sergeant?”

Her eyes snapped back up to meet his, an embarrassed pink coating her cheeks. “Y-yeah. ‘M fine.”

“Really?” He pressed, voice smooth with pride. “Cause you’ve been starin’ at me all day.”

Her heart dropped, eyes widening at his words. He knew.

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”

He dried his hands on a towel, stepping closer to her. “I think you know exactly what I’m talking about, sweetheart.” She was leaning against the counter, watching as his arms blocked the sides of her. He was towering over her, bending himself down slightly so his face hovered above hers. “What’s got you all… worked up?”

Her heart was racing, bruising her ribcage from the inside as it bounced around.

“I’m not sure-”

“Don’t play dumb with me,” he ordered, his eyes pulling her in. They were dangerous ocean waves, walls so high she would get buried in them. They whipped around like a storm was happening in his mind, blues twisting between one another. “Tell me what’s got you so hot and bothered.”

She took a deep breath, daring to look away, but finding herself unable too.

“Is it the way I talk? You want me to talk to you the way I talk to the car?” He asked, eyebrow cocked. He was dripping with dominance, his words teasing her as his eyes drifted down to her lips. “Want me to tell you when you do a good job, love?”

Her breath caught in her through, something that didn’t go unnoticed by him. He smirked, his face so close to her she could feel his breath. “I’m sure most people like to hear when they do a good job.”

He let the tip of his finger touch the waistband of her pants, his eyes softening, asking for permission. She nodded slightly, biting her lips as he let his hand travel over her underwear.

“Do most people get this wet when praised, darling?”

She moaned as he dragged his fingers over her clothed clit. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, slamming his lips onto hers. His hand left her pants, both landing on her waist as he held her. Fire coursed through her veins at his touch, his lips hungry against hers.

She tangled her hands in his hair, pulling him closer as she savored the taste. His lips were slightly salty from the sweat, but the taste of jack and coke overpowered it. His hands traveled to the back of her thighs, lifting her up and placing her on the counter, stepping to stand between her legs.

“Goddamn,” he mumbled between kisses, earning a groan from her. She licked his lips, exploring his mouth with her tongue. He wrapped his around hers, moaning at her taste. She would gladly get used to this.

His beard tickled her face as they moved in sync, drowning in each other. They pulled away, gasping for air and staring into each other. His pupils were blown wide, face shimmering with saliva.

“If you want this, tell me. I can shower and we can go out, we can do this right-”

“John, I can’t wait any longer,” she whined, hand traveling down his chest and palming him through his underwear. From what she felt, he couldn’t wait, either.

“I’m disgusting, let me shower-”

“I want you like this,” she mumbled, pressing her lips to his neck. He grunted as her hand fiddled with his belt. “Right here, right now.”

A low growl came from his lips, something primal. “What if someone walks in, love?”

“Let them, I don’t care.”

She bit his skin, bathing in the way his hands traveled around her body. She unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down and grabbing the waistband of his underwear. His cock sprung out, tip red and dripping precum. She moaned at the sight of it. He was thick, something she should’ve expected based on the rest of him.

She wrapped her hand around it, pumping it slowly and spreading the precum around. His head fell to her shoulder, pressing light kisses to her neck. She let out airy moans at the feeling of his lips.

“You smell so fucking good,” she mumbled, slowly stroking his cock.

“I smell good?” he teased, voice lined with amusement.

“Mm,” she hummed, undoing the buttons on her pants. “Make fun of me all you want, but you’re getting laid because of it.”

“S’that all?” he asked, hand traveling down her body and slipping into her underwear. She was soaked, his fingers covered in her slick.

“N-no,” she mumbled, biting her lip as his finger grazed her clit. “Your hair’s nice too.”

“Ah.”

He sank two fingers into her, beard tickling her neck as he pressed kisses to her skin. She moaned around him, lips teasing his ear. “God baby just like that,” she whined.

He curled his thick fingers, molding her pussy to fit him and drawing lewd noises from her lips. He was careful, meticulous with every move. He watched every reaction, repeating ones that gave her the most pleasure.

“Such a beautiful sight, sweetheart,” he groaned, voice rumbling through her. She gently tugged his head back, reconnecting their lips. It was a sloppy kiss, animalistic and uncoordinated as he pulled his fingers out. He scooted her closer to the edge, lining himself up and sinking his cock into her.

They moaned into each other's mouths, her walls fluttering around him and practically pulling him in deeper. She tilted her head back, letting whines of ecstasy fill the room as he slowly pumped in and out of her.

He took his thumb and pointer finger and grabbed her chin, pulling her gaze back down to meet his. He snapped his hips up, skin slapping against her ass. Her eyes widened, glossing over with every thrust.

“C-Captain, so good~” she lulled, words spilling out before she could comprehend them.

“Say that again,” he growled, pulling himself almost all the way out.

“Captain!”

He slammed back into her, letting out a low moan as her walls clenched around him.

“Pussy feels so good, pretty girl,” he praised, speeding up his pace.

“F-fuck, gonna c-cum-”

“Yeah? You gonna cum baby?”

His thrusts were an endless assault on her cunt, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. He put his thumb against her clit, rubbing small circles. His eyes were a dangerous pot of desire, something she drowned in.

“Please, sir, please,” she whined, looking at him through half-lidded eyes.

“Cum for me, sweetheart, c’mon-”

“Captain-!” she moaned, fingers digging into his arm as she attempted to ground herself. Her orgasm shook through her body, eyes slamming shut. Her ears were filled with the sounds of her own pleasure, brain in a haze of desire as his hips continued their relentless pace. They finally stuttered, slowing to a stop as he coated her walls.

“Shit, princess, did so good, so fucking good, baby,” he mumbled, pressing gentle kisses to her cheek and neck. He slowly removed himself, a mixture of his cum and hers dripping out and splattering against the floor.

“John,” she whimpered, eyes glistening with desire. She craved more, more touch, more pleasure, more of him.

“Not satisfied?” he taunted, eyes twinkling as she shook her head. He looked her up and down, licking his lips at the sight of her cunt. He leaned down, his mouth next to her ear. “Tell you what, love. How about you go start a shower, and I’ll come join you as soon as I finish cleaning this up?”

She whined, making him chuckle in response. She slid off the counter, stumbling on wobbly legs to the bathroom. He heard the shower turn on as he wiped up their mess, cleaning the counter too. His footsteps were heavy as he walked to the bathroom.

He was greeted with hot steam and clothes littering the floor. His quickly followed.

“You ready for more, love?”

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a-small-writer-in-a-big-world · 1 year

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Two For Luck

Pairing: Captain John Price x reader

Warnings: fluff? angst nothing hardcore

Words: 1k

Synopsis: You and Price say goodbye…

(readers callsign is “Doc”)

The both of you tried not to make a habit of kissing each other while outside of the privacy of either of your rooms. Even just a peck on the cheek around the corner away from any cameras was risky because someone could be walking down the hall to see the usually secret exchange of affection.

Keeping your relationship a secret for the most part was easy. You and Price both understood what it meant to keep your professional life and your personal life separate, that neither of you could act upon the desire to leave lingering touches or say words of adoration to each other out in the open. Instead, you both replaced those feelings with the acts of friendship you both displayed and had secretly turned into a secret language of love.

Jokes and comfortably with each other from working for so long together made it easier to pass up on the opportunity to lean into one another, to take the others hand and to intertwine your fingers until it was impossible to let go.

Sometimes, however, you both couldn’t replace those deeply affectionate feelings with light hearted fun. You had to act on them, even if you were out in public.

You pressed Price up against a wall in one of the hallways, you hands splayed out across his chest to keep him from moving, though he could easily push you away if he wanted to. Your fingers were wrapped around his tactical vest as you stared at him with serious eyes and a scowl.

Your eyes bounced around his face, taking in the details of him and memorizing them as if this were the last time you’d see him.

You took in the spots of gray in his beard which was freshly trimmed this morning for the mission he was about to embark on, and counted each of them as you ran your fingers through it, letting the course hairs scratch your skin. You counted the freckles spotted across his face from being out in the elements and traced the smile lines he gained from age as well as the many happy moments you shared together.

You stared into his eyes, studying the shade of blue that stared back at you like you this was the first time you had seen it. The color of a storm that held chaos within them and yet you found comfort in the serious gaze he always held, the expectations of absolute perfection. Other shrank underneath the intensity while you flourished, you willingly sought out his stare because it meant he could see you.

Price copied you. His eyes bounced around your face to take in the details he had grown accustomed to and though he could never forget a face a wonderful as yours, he memorized every part of you just to make sure. Even as he traced the familiarity he still found himself in awe of your beauty as you stood in front of him, touching him with hands that were always adoring to him.

He placed a hand on your cheek and ran his thumb across your skin, feeling the softness of it against his calloused hands with a gentleness that no other would receive. He watched your face fall from the touch and you leaned into it, eyes fluttering shut from the warmth that radiated from the palm of his hand as if it were the purest thing you’d felt.

Normally this would’ve been done in the safety of either of your rooms, not in a hallway where someone could interrupt the drawn out goodbyes of two forbidden lovers, but today had been too busy for a moment like that to happen.

Time was against you both as you knew that there was only a few more minutes left until Price would be gone on a mission for a few months.

Price leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips that you immediately reciprocated, pulling him in by the straps of his vest while he held your face in the safety of his hands.

The first kiss was always tender. It was a declaration of love that had withstood many hardships throughout the years as your lips moved perfectly in sync with each other. It was deepened as if to pour every once of each others souls into the other, a chance to leave something behind so neither of you were alone when you parted.

He stole the breath from you, using it for himself as he placed a hand on the back of your head and cradled it, keeping you against his lips until you both were dizzy.

When you parted, it took only one shared looked before you pulled him into another kiss even more passionate than before.

The second kiss was always a plea and a promise. A plea to come back unscathed or to come back with a heartbeat instead of just a pair of dog tags. And a promise to make it back no matter the cost because the desire to be together again was enough to fuel the drive to get the job done.

You held into him as if he’d disappear and let him take the worries from you chest for safekeeping. He assured you as he wrapped his arms around you and embraced you as if he were protecting you from an unseen attacker.

As soon as the second kiss is done, you both are out of breath. You rest your foreheads against each other, you eyes closed as you to take a moment to let the moment run it’s course before you’d both be without the others warmth.

“I’ll see you again, Doc.” Price whispered as he pressed his face your neck, a declaration for your ears only.

“I’ll hold you to that.” You did the same, taking a deep breath of the faint cigar smoke sewn into his clothes.

When the time comes you break apart with no further protests except one last touch, your hands sliding into one another’s until Price steps away. He walked towards the doors that led outside to the helicopter pad without looking back, as if he hadn’t poured himself into you moments before.

And you watched him with a heavy heart that fought against the hope in your chest before you went to go about your duties as the head medic because the ritual had never failed either of you yet.

A/N: thinking about kissing this guy makes me feel better even though this is kind of angsty. Anyway, had to make it about Doc and Price because they’re all I think about besides the roommate series

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ghostsbimbo · 5 months

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exile | a captain john price fic. | main character intro post.

inspired by @charliemwrites & their keeper/kept!au

"I think I've seen this film before, and I didn't like the ending"

It started out as a normal day for her, all those months ago. She had just gotten off work at a local daycare. But now? now she was here. A cabin secluded from the world, depending on a military man for every single little thing she needed - including human contact. If she had a way of knowing this would've happened, she would've gone back in time and tell herself not to do it. To not just suck it up and go to work, but he had studied her some how, and knew her weakness - the promise of chocolate bars and a heating pad on her worst days of endo pains.

Charlotte Evangeline Rhodes | 27 | February 14th.

Missing Since: February 15th

Last seen wearing a pair of black jeans, checkered slip on vans, an I Prevail tee, red & black flannel jacket, Gloves and a black beanie.

Weight: 66kg [ 147lbs ] Height: 172cm [ 5'8" ]

Hair Color: Dark Brown Eye Color: Green.

#rat writes #captain john price x oc #captain john price #call of duty mwii #call of duty mwiii #keeper/kept au #exile

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socially-awkward-skeleton · 5 months

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ship: you are the sword to my shield

#my edit #captain john price x oc #oc: rory sinclair #ship: you are the sword to my shield #my brain rot consumes me a little more each day #woe my ship be upon you #captain price #cod

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2oosterr · 2 months

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"so, what did you wish for, birthday girl?"

happy birthday my beloved orca!!!!!!!!! 🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊

i totally didn't forget and bang this out in 2 hours!!!! i wrote down everyone elses birthdays the american way but i forgot to switch hers around, so i just ended up confusing myself lmao (british moment)

#ryan 'orca' murdoch #oc: orca #price x orca #captain john price x oc #john price x oc #cod oc #cod oc art #john price #captain john price #call of duty oc

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gomzdrawfr · 1 day

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domestic life entry

the lobster craze is not over yet

part 1

#tactical distraction to steal his mug of coffee #warm up doodle for my friend!#gummmyart #doodle #my oc #my oc art #cod oc #cod oc art #[oc]Raven #Raven[oc]#PriceRaven #captain john price #captain john price x oc #john price x oc #captain price x oc

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thegnomelord · 3 months

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Nom

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( i cant stop thinking about sulivan, your seahorse hybrid oc? I hope i spelt that name right. He's just so precious. Do you have any content about him? Interactions with the reader? Maybe the group? No preasure, i just lub the beby)

No prob sharky, I actually misspelled his name every time I wrote it lol

I've started thinking of including him in the fic I'm currently writing but right now just general headcannon is that he's a hippocampus and Sullivan is short, like barely got into the army 5 foot short and got babied a lot because of his height. And he's a sweetheart baby 99% of the time but that 1%

Watching Sullivan spar would make anyone wonder how he managed to get into the military, let alone on an accomplished military task force. He held back too much, hesitant to hurt Soap more than a few bruises, falling for rather obvious ploys.

Price smoked his cigar besides you, watching the ring with sharp eyes. "Your man's lagging behind."

"I'd say he's doing good." You said, taking the cigar from Price and taking a puff. "Bet you he could get Soap out of the ring in seconds."

"That so?" Price could never refuse a challenge, "You're buying me those good cigars if he loses."

You leaned in, your breath ghosting over Price's ear, "And you're wearing those nice panties if he wins."

A shiver raced down his spine, blue eyes glowing with heat. "Deal."

You smirked, teeth bared like he's a sheep you'd just tricked into the slaughterhouse. "Deal." You turned back to the ring. "Sullivan!"

They stopped, Sullivan's ears flicking in your direction before he turned his head. "Sir?" He asked softly.

"Gloves off." You said simply.

His dark eyes widened before his pupils narrowed into little pinpricks, the pretty scales on his cheeks turning to a deep blue. "Yes sir." His voice remained soft, but instead of caressing the ears it burrowed into the marrow.

Next time Soap tried to fake him out, he ended kicked in the ribs that sent him flying into the nearest wall. Hippocampi were part horse after all.

The second Soap crashed to the ground Sully was closing in to him, apologies spilling from his lips like water. "Oh god, I'm so sorry, please I didn't-"

Soap waved him off, werewolf regeneration already healing the cracked ribs. "Calm yer tits, m'fine." He said, but let Sully help him to his feet. "Got a kick like a bloody mule." He grumbled.

"Nice job Sully." You said as you and Price walked to them to make sure Soap was alright. "You did good kid." You hummed, ruffling his hair.

Sullivan preened under your words, happily leaning into your hand, cheek scales flickering to a vibrant red like a boiled lobster. "Thank- thank you sir." He swallowed thickly.

You chuckled, looking at Price as you leaned in to whisper into Sully's ear. "Meet me in my office after dark. Earned us both a reward." You chuckled when his scales deepened in color and he squirmed in place, attempting to hide the small tent in his pants, clearly remembering his time with you, Price and Gaz.

#gnome's tea break #gnome correspondence #cod mw2 #x reader #captain john price #john soap mactavish #male reader #oc #cod modern warfare #top male reader #captain john price x male reader #captain john price x oc

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priceseyes · 13 days

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Price and Birdie. | Vault Dwellers - Vault 111. | Devoted Husband and Wife.

fallout au tag.

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saturncodedstarlette · 1 year

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Captain Price, watches over them as they recovering from their injuries :

Captain Price, internally blaming himself for letting the enemies captured them :

Y/N, knows he’s blaming himself again : John…

Captain Price, breaks from his hell of a mind :

Y/N, searches into his eyes : Talk to me, John.

Captain Price, exhales painfully : …It’s all my fault.

Y/N, furrowed their eyebrows : What?John, that was my fault! I slipped up on my own. It was not your—

Captain Price : —It was.

Captain Price, shakes his head in utter despair : It was my fault. I was so terrified. I can’t lose you. For god’s sakes, not you. I lost so many people.

Captain Price, looks at them with a newfound determination : …But you? No. I don’t care what I have to do, I will keep you safe.

Y/N, their hand glides up to his face : John?

Captain Price, firmly grips their hand : Yeah?

Y/N, looks him in the eyes earnestly : Promise me I won’t lose you in the process.

Captain Price, looks at them longingly : I’ll do my best.

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a-littlebirdie · 1 year

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Foosball,Flyfishing

& "Friends"

Pairing: Price x MC (Wren, nickname Osprey) GN! Reader

Summary

John and Wren have been inseparable for the last 6 years, but neither one of them wants to admit that their relationship is nowhere near "platonic". They are released on leave for 3 months and Wren decides to take a trip back home to the states. They want to ask if John wants to go. They're just two very close friends who enjoy each others company right? What could happen?

Word Count: 5.5k ish

Author’s Note

Hello! So this is my first time posting any kind of writing since 2014. So please bare with me I may be a little rusty 😅 I just want to write some fluff and enjoy some domestic Price fly fishing. This is a two parter, maybe three depending on what I can finish by the 4th of Feb. I fly out the 6th for a job and will have limited access to internet until April, so I wanted to get this posted before I left.

Also want to note that I am not sure how much time would be between each mission, but for this we’ll say it’s around 3 months. Hope you find as much joy in this as I did!

Warnings

Too much fluff

Language

Nightmares

Slight talks of injuries

*NOT EDITED*

Part 2

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You quietly make your way through the dark and chilly halls of base. It was well into the night almost guaranteeing everyone was asleep except for the person you were looking for. A faint glow could be seen from under the door to your captain's office. Though you felt it selfish, you were relieved to see he was still awake. When you reach it you quietly knock and open the door. The room was dark with just the warm glow of the desk lamp and embers of a cigar resting on a try. John looks up and offers you a tired soft smile putting down his pen.

"Hey Osprey."

The codename made your heart flutter every time he said it.

He relaxes in his chair and opens his arms. You slowly make your way over sitting on his lap. Your normal uptight demeanour relaxes almost instantly as his strong arms engulf you making you feel safe. You hide your face in his neck, closing your eyes. This had become routine after a rough mission, but lately it's been happening more often. If you weren't going to him he'd be coming to you. You were the only ones that could bring each other back from the brink of destruction. Sometimes you'd talk about what was bothering you, but usually you just held each other until one of you fell asleep. It was your typical run-of-the-mill platonic relationship right? After all, you two had known each other for almost 6 years. Why would your relationship change all of a sudden?

You noticed that during this last mission things were evolving. Everyone noticed except John seemed to have been left out. He was much more protective over you to the point it caused the two of you to not speak for days other than exchanging plans. Thankfully the two of you made up, but there was still something off about the situation. You just couldn't put your finger on it.

You're brought out from your thoughts wincing as his hand gently grazes the wound on your shoulder. A nasty reminder of how the last mission had gone.

"Sorry love, how are you doing by the way? I know things have been hectic since we got back,"

With a yawn you sit up to look at him. His piercing blue eyes scan your face with concern.

"I'm doing alright just been having trouble sleeping because my comfy pillow has been busy." You tease with a smile and heavy eyelids. His warm presence is already lulling you to sleep. You lean back into the same position you were in with a little thud and he chuckles.

"You might need to get a new pillow then. Its seems that one isn't doing his job"

"Yeah, but he's more important things to pay attention to. I'll manage," you laugh at the ridiculous conversation.

He tightens his hold and lays his head on top of yours as he sighs,

"I know, I've been neglecting my pillow duties. I'll make it up to you."

You felt lucky. The others didn't get to see this side of John. He cared for his team and their wellbeing, but he still puts on a tough exterior, except when it was just the two of you.

"You know, this is really dangerous,"

You felt his chest rumble as he chuckles, "And why do you say that?"

"I think I'm starting to like you." You mumble sleepily. Though you said it jokingly, deep down you really mean it and it scares the life out of you. How could you start to have feelings now after all these years? Have you always had them and just pushed them down? It didn't matter. He was your captain and your friend. You're not about to ruin that.

He chuckles again and squeezes you even closer, "It's a little too late for that realisation don't you think?"

You laugh with a quiet "Mhm" and close your eyes again. You felt his large warm hand glide up and down your back lulling you asleep.

Sunshine peeks through the blinds into your face waking you up. John is still fast asleep. He's sprawled out in his chair with one foot propped on his desk and both arms wrapped securely around you. You smile to yourself enjoying the moment.

Before long John begins to stir and you feel yourself rise as he carefully sits up.

"Well good morning sunshine," You tease.

He rubs the back of his neck probably sore from the way he slept, "Good morning Osprey," his voice is raspy and tired as he tries to keep his eyes open. You wonder how much sleep he got. You try to get up, but you're pulled back into the chair. John wraps his arms around your waist and you feel sparks. A sense of giddiness floods your nerves as he rests his cheek against your back,"Please stay just a few more minutes." He whispers exhaustion radiating in his voice. He'd never been this clingy before, but you weren't complaining.

Your heart is racing as you try to compose yourself before asking, "Did you get any sleep?"

"Hmm, the last I remember is the sun coming up. What time is it now?"

You looked down at your watch,"It's only 7,"

"Have you been awake for long?"

You shake your head. You can tell he's trying to keep himself awake by how much he pauses between each word.

Rubbing your thumb over his knuckles you chuckle,"Go lay on the couch and try to get some sleep. I'll wake you before lunch."

He hums in response,”I’ll just rest my eyes for a little longer.”

His warm embrace soon releases you as you both stand up and he trudges over plopping down on the couch. Soon after you hear tiny snores escaping from his relaxed figure.

You use this time to contemplate what you were going to do now that the team was on leave for the next three months. Normally you’d stay on base or travel around the UK or Europe, but you were feeling homesick. A small town in Montana is where you call home and it's been almost two years since you had the chance to go back. You look over at John who’s still fast asleep. You bite the inside of your cheek. There’s no harm in asking right? You’ve been on plenty of trips with him before. The only difference was at least one other person was always around. This time it would just be the two of you. You purse your lips before letting air escape from your nostrils. Fuck it. The worst he could say is no, and even then that wouldn’t be so bad. Confident in your decision you curl up in the chair deciding to set an alarm just in case you fall asleep, but instead your mind wanders about all the different possibilities of this trip.

Before you know it your alarm is vibrating on the desk. You glance over to John before picking it up. He turns over, his hand dropping to the floor with a thud. He grunts running his other hand over his face before sitting up and looking over at you.

“Sleep well?” You ask standing up.

“It was good enough.” He never slept as well when you weren't near him, but he wouldn't admit it.

“I’m going to go grab some food if you want to come with me or I could bring you something back?”

“I was thinking we could go off base? I need a change of scenery.” He stands up and stretches, his shirt rides up slightly and you can’t help but stare. You realise what you're doing and shake your head. You then remember back to your proposal earlier. You’d ask during lunch.

“Sounds good. These grey walls do make me gloomy.” You joke walking out the door to head back to your room.

There's a cute little restaurant nestled in the outskirts of town. Vines of ivy adorn the building giving it a cozy feel, and on the inside the walls are filled with objects and photographs of families, celebrations and the annual foosball (or as your teammates would call it “table football”) champions. The floors creak as you walk to sit down in your usual spot. You smile up at the picture of John, Soap, Gaz and you grinning triumphantly with a little plastic trophy from the last time you were here.

“Feels like ages ago doesn’t it?” John smiles at you warmly.

“Yeah we should try to do it again at some point,” you look down at the menu even though you knew what you were getting. Now was a better time than any to ask, but why were you so nervous? You lick your lips putting your menu down,”Do you have any plans for leave?”

He shakes his head,”I was just going to go back home why?”

“I was thinking of heading back home myself, to the states. Thought you’d like to tag along this time. I could show you around, and if you really wanted to I could even take you to those touristy places. I’ve got ties to most of them so we might be able to see it without all the people.”

”I’d love that,” he grins, sipping his tea,”It’ll be interesting to see what the notorious Osprey did back in the day.”

See that wasn’t so bad.

The two of you continue talking and begin planning your trip. Before you leave you decide to go a round on the foosball table. Thankfully there isn't anyone in the room which you're grateful for. You can let loose for a bit.

You stand on your side of the table with your legs spread, knees bent and serious expression as you focus on the players. John smiles at the scene. He adores your competitiveness when it comes to these types of things.

"I know the stakes are high, but damn. You're going to bore a hole in the table before we even start." He laughs, placing the tiny ball in the middle of the table.

"I'm getting that cigar and there is no way you're getting into my sketchbook,"

They were silly stakes, but if you know John Price you know how important his cigars are to him. Your sketchbook was very dear to you. You brought it everywhere to capture moments and scenery. It was a way to ground yourself and remember the special moments, but no one was allowed to look at them.

"We'll see about that," he copies your stance with a smug grin.

You're the first to have the ball as you move from side to side trying to keep it. You make the shot and it gets clipped by one of John's players flinging it back to the middle.

You groan,"Oh come on."

He takes control of the ball as you're both yelling at the little players. After constantly going back and forth for about 15 minutes John scores. You swear under your breath.

"Best 2 out of 3?" You give him a toothy grin.

He put his hands on the ridge of the table leaning forward with a smug grin, "That'd mean doubling the stakes wouldn't it?"

"Ok, what do you want?" You cross your arms across your chest.

He leans back thinking. He smiles to himself before shaking his head, "I want you to take me fly fishing."

You drop your arms to your side chuckling, "I honestly thought you were going to put me on power washing duty or something,"

"I don't trust you or Soap with the power washer. Last time you both spent over an hour drawing in the concrete," he huffs shaking his head.

"We got it cleaned in the end didn't we?" You laugh, placing the ball back on the table,"Ok for my double or nothing, forget the cigar, if I win you have to shave your face," you grin with your hands behind your back.

He scoffs, running a hand over his beard,"No way. I'll give you a whole box of my cigars before I do that,"

"Oh come on, I thought you were confident in your foosball abilities?"

He pauses for a second,"You know, you're right. What am I worrying about?"

The table rattles as you both fling and twist the rods to take control of the ball. For a split second John glances at you taking in the scene. He loved little moments like these with you. It was like you were a different person. In the field you were cold and stern except when you were comforting someone, but here right now, you're relaxed and goofy and he loves every bit of it. He's thrown out of the trance when you start doing a little happy dance spinning around.

"Baby face Price here we come!"

He gives you a hearty laugh, "Don't get cocky now sweetheart. You just caught me off guard."

"Yeah sure sure. Whatever floats your boat Captain."

The next round lasts a little longer, but John manages to score the last shot.

"Ah I can't wait to see what masterpieces you keep hidden away," he smiled triumphantly.

You sneer trying to keep the smile off your face. You were secretly excited that he'd get to see your works. You just hope he likes them. You're bummed out that you wouldn't get to see the team's reaction when they saw their Captain without any facial hair though.

"Oh come on, cheer up. You'll have other opportunities. No one likes a sore loser," a mischievous grin grows on his face as he cautiously makes his way to you.

"Johnathan Price you better not," You point at him bracing yourself to make a run for it still trying to keep the smile off your face. He takes a bigger step than you anticipate and you yelp running to the other side of the room. It's a short chase, both of you laughing like a bunch of children before he cuts you off wrapping his arms around you tickling you. Oh how he loves hearing you giggle. It always warms his heart when he is graced with the sound.

Your giggles erupt from your chest as you flail your limbs trying to get him to stop.

He stops for a moment, "Forgot to ask, but do I need to get a can of worms for the fish too?" he grins, still holding you in his lap.

You roll your eyes laughing "No Neal you don't need worms, but be sure to bring sunscreen."

He raises his eyebrows, "Oh it's going to be that type of trip huh?"

You shove him laughing,"You're such an ass."

"Ouch right in the heart," He fains hurt making you roll your eyes again.

"Ah you'll live Captain," you joke leaning back away from him. You try to hide your grimace as you roll your shoulder.

"I completely forgot about your shoulder. Are you ok?"

You give a small laugh seeing how his expression did a 180 from mischievous to worried.

"Yes I'm ok, I did too honestly," you try to look at it.

He gently lifts the bandage,"Stitches still look good. Must have just irritated it," he gives you an apologetic smile.

"That's good. I'll take something for it tonight. Don't worry, I'll be alright." You stand up offering your hand, "Now what do you say we get out of here? It's karaoke night. Remember how much we love that?" You chuckle quietly remembering the time the two of you were drunk off your asses and decided to sing a duet to Elton John's "Don't Go Breaking My Heart."

He groans, "Oh god please let's get out of here before that starts." He takes your hand as he stands up, "We might have time to go to Knacker's. I haven't had any in ages."

"Can never say no to Knacker's."

The two of you walk hand in hand back to the truck. Neither of you want to let go, but you didn't want to admit it either. Once you reach Knacker's and get your custard you decide to take a stroll along the pier and down to the beach.

It was later in the evening now and the sun was starting to set. Some families were starting to pack up and others were enjoying the sunset. A stray football comes whizzing by, but John's quick thinking keeps it from going into the ocean. He smiles at the kid kicking it back. They pick it up with a grin and a 'thank you' as they run back to the group of kids playing. It was short and sweet, but seeing John with kids always made your heart flutter.

You find a place to sit and finish your custard. The sky was now a pinkish colour with hints of gold scattered across the sky.

"It's nice being able to just relax and be normal for a change you know?" You pulled your knees to your chest and rested your hands and chin on them.

"It is. Not very often we get to huh?"

He leans back on his hands, sighing.

It was silent for a bit before a thought came to your mind.

"Have you ever thought of retiring? From the military I mean."

"Not really. It's something I always thought I'd do until I can't. I would have liked to of settled down, but it's too late for that."

You look over at him with soft eyes, "I wouldn't say it's too late. You've still got time."

You see a distant flash of sadness in his eyes as he looks to the sky, but it quickly changes to that of a more joking expression to try and hide what he's really thinking,"I've got to find someone that can handle me," he nudges your shoulder playfully, "I can be quite the handful."

You laugh,"Oh I'm well aware of that trust me."

As the sun sets further below the horizon clouds begin to form and it starts to drizzle.

"I guess we should get going before the bottom falls out," you sigh.

John gives you a questioning and amused look, "Before what?"

"Before the bottom falls out?" You roll your eyes and laugh, "before it starts raining really hard."

"Between you and McTavish I can't keep up with your slang sometimes." He chuckles,"but I guess we should get going."

He stands up and offers his hand and you grab it hoisting yourself up. You make it to the truck to see that the parking lot is empty.

Before you get in you stop,"You know what I've always wanted to do?"

"What's that?"

"Dance in the rain. It's not lightning and no one's here." You grab your phone from your pocket and go to your dance playlist.

The rain is heavier now. Not too hard, but enough that your clothes are soaked. John leans against the hood of the truck and smiles in amusement and amazement at you watching as you dance around letting the music guide your movements. You look so free and happy.

He joins and the two of you dance and laugh until you accidentally bump into him almost making the two of you fall, but John catches you pulling you back to him. You're laughing hysterically while he's looking at you with a crinkle eye smile, "You're quite something you know that?"

It all felt so euphoric. All you can do is give him a dopey smile. It was then you realise how close he was to you and you can feel your cheeks heat up.

He looks at your lips and back up at you. He's about to lean down when a clap of thunder makes both of you jump back.

"I think that's our cue to get going." He internally curses at himself for suggesting it and losing his chance.

You chuckle as you nod and the both of you take off for the truck.

A cold shiver runs down your spine as the air comes on. You quickly turn the vent away from you and turn on the heated seat. You prop up against the window with your arm looking outside.

"Have you started packing yet?"

You look over at him, "Yeah I did last night. I still have a little bit to pack though. Why?"

"I have to talk with Laswell, but I do not want to spend another night on that God awful cot. Do you want to head back to my place after?"

"It would be nice to have an actual bed," You chuckle propping your elbow on the middle console, "I hope I'm dried by then because I'm about to freeze my ass off."

He chuckles, reaching behind him,"Take my jacket. It'll keep you warm."

You grab the jacket and put it on. The famous smell of cedar and cigars engulf you as you close your eyes and smile.

"Thank you."

"Don't take too much of a liking to it though. That's one of my favourites,"

"Mmm you're never getting this back. It's mine now," you tease, shrinking into your seat closing your eyes.

He chuckles, shaking his head. He admits he loves seeing you in his clothes. Something about it just made him feel so warm inside.

The ride back was quiet compared to on the way out. The silence was filled with the gentle patter of rain and the radio. John smiles over at you. Your hair was starting to curl up as it dried. Something you had complained about multiple times in the past, but he thought it was cute.

You're still asleep as you pull into base. John gently nudges you,"Alright Osprey, we're back."

You groan not wanting to move from the warm cocoon you had made yourself, but against your better judgement you open your eyes and take the jacket off placing it on the console for later. You hop out of the truck following John into the building.

"I'll come get you when I get out of the meeting with Laswell and then we can head out." He gives you a quick smile and you part ways as you head to your room to finish packing.

You decide to wait to change until you get to John's because you didn't want to have to change again so you instead opt to just add a beanie to tame your wild curls.

You swing your duffle bag over your good shoulder as you hear a knock at your door.

"Ready?"

You nod with a smile and follow him out to the truck. It's still pouring out so you have to make a run for the truck. Once inside you repeat your routine from earlier and curl up against the console.

As you get closer to his house he turns the radio down, "Have any idea what you want for dinner while we are out?"

"I've really been craving Chinese since we got back,"

"I know a great place. We'll get it to go and bring it home."

"Sounds like a plan. Can we please watch A River Runs Through It? I've been thinking about it all day," you say sheepishly. You've seen the movie at least a 1000 times, but it's easily your favourite movie because it reminds you of home.

"Yes we can." he laughs softly.

It didn't take long to order your food and head back to John's place. When you reach it you smile seeing the quaint little cottage that sat hidden away by the tall hedge fence and trees.

You have stayed here before many times, but never just you. You and Gaz usually stayed over after long missions, and others had been a couple of times. The whole 141 team had stayed after celebrating a little too much one night. There was only one guest room and the couch pulled into a bed, but everyone wanted the bed in the guest room. At one point all of you were piled in the guest room on the queen size bed which felt a lot smaller at the time. Soap was laid on top of Ghost and Gaz laid sprawled out over you and Ghost like a starfish. How you all managed to get a decent amount of sleep was beyond you.

"I'll get our bags and you get the food." The rain had picked up and you could barely see in front of you as you ran for the door behind John. Once inside you put the food on the counter and head down the hallway to the guest room to change. You take the beanie off ruffling your curly hair and decide to pull it into a high ponytail. You then change into one of your favourite hoodies and a pair of shorts and head back to the kitchen stopping by the washer to throw in your clothes and hang John's jacket up to dry.

"So when was the last time you were able to watch this movie?" He chuckles handing you your food as both head to the den.

"When I made y'all watch it actually. So about a year or two?" You sit on the couch cross legged eagerly waiting for the movie to start.

While watching the movie you point out little details and talk about how much Missoula had changed since the film came out. John loves watching movies with you because he loves hearing what is going on in your mind. He could tell how much this movie meant to you just by the way you talk about it.

As the ending credits roll you quickly wipe away stray tears that have managed to escape and try to cover them up, "I can take you to some of the spots they filmed at, but there may be quite a few people there this time of year. I know some secret spots too so either way we can enjoy ourselves."

"Wherever you go I'll follow." He gives you that signature smile.

You return it and yawn, "I think I'm going to turn in for the night," you pat his leg and stand up stretching, "I've had a lot of fun today though. Thank you for letting me goof around for a bit. I really needed that."

"Anytime, we all need to let loose sometimes." He gives you a warm smile.

You say your goodnights and head to the kitchen to throw your trash away before heading to bed.

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You wake up in a cold sweat panting as you frantically look around the room trying to figure out where you were. You lean back against the headboard and close your eyes to breathe, but all you see are their lifeless bodies. Those who you couldn't save. This last mission had really taken a toll on you as much as you hated to admit it. You understood you couldn't save everyone, but that didn't make it any easier when it happened. You wipe your hand over your face trying to hold back the tears and slide out of bed. You notice your shoulder is sticky and you touch it seeing your finger turn red.

"Oh fuckin' hell of course." You mumble to yourself sniffling as the tears are threatening to spill over. You walk over to your bag to grab your med kit and head to the bathroom. You shut the door and hop on the sink after turning on the light. A few of your stitches had broken and they needed to be fixed. You've had to do this many times, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt like hell. You bite the inside of your lip concentrating on the stitching instead of the pain. You hit a particularly sensitive area that made you flinch and hit your head on the medicine cabinet making you exclaim a rather loud,"fuck."

You hear footsteps as you're finishing up the last couple of stitches and a knock at the door, "You okay in there?"

"Yeah I'm fine," Your voice was shaky and not very convincing. You finish off and go to bite the thread as the door opens.

You freeze. Your teeth are still on the thread. You must look ridiculous right now perched up on the sink like this, eyes bloodshot, hair in disarray.

"Wren, what the hell are you doing?" He very rarely used your real name, but when he did it usually meant he was concerned.

You laugh nervously and then bite the thread, "My stitches broke and I needed to fix them."

"What happened?" He reaches out to you but you flinch away. That's all he needs, to know exactly what happened, "You saw them again didn't you?" He spoke so softly as if any loud noises would scare you away. You just nod and the tears start falling as you start to shake. He gently wraps his arms around you and you cling to his shirt sobbing. It breaks John's heart seeing you like this. He wants nothing more than to take away all your nightmares and fears.

"Shh it's alright love, you're ok." He strokes your hair placing a soft kiss on the top of your head.

You don't know how long you stay like that, but you're finally able to breathe again, "Thank you," Your voice barely audible as you pull back to look at him, "I'm sorry about your shirt by the way." You are eye level with him, something you're not used to.

"It's perfectly fine," he whispers chuckling, "Do you want to try to get some sleep?"

You nod and he helps you down. You feel so small behind him, his tall frame towering over you shielding you from anything that would come your way. You head back to your room with John and crawl up on the bed sitting up against the headboard. You didn't want to go to sleep just yet. You're too afraid of what you'll see.

John sits down on the edge of the bed and gently grabs your hand pulling you from your thoughts, "Do you want to talk about it?"

You shake your head, "There's not really much to talk about. It's the same thing over and over again. I'm just standing there watching..." you trail off not wanting to continue.

"But you didn't just stand there when it actually happened did you?" He takes your face into his hands. They're warm and rough, but gentle at the same time, "No, you fought and gave everything you had to try and save them. It's not your fault. Nobody blames you for what happened."

You lean into his touch and close your eyes as a few tears escape, "Thank you John. That means a lot coming from you."

He leans forward and places a soft kiss on your forehead, "I don't like seeing you so beside yourself like this. You know you can come to me if you ever need someone to listen."

"I know. I appreciate you saying that." You give him a small smile.

He stands up, but you instinctively grab his arm to stop him.

"Please don't go," you responded quietly.

He looks at you with soft eyes, "I'm just going to turn the lamp off." His voice was so soft it made you feel safe and at ease.

You let him go and he walks over to turn off the lamp and then climbs on the other side of the bed. You scoot over to him and lay your head on his chest. He wraps his arm around you as you feel yourself drifting off to sleep to the sweet sound of his heart beat.

'We're just friends right?' You both think to yourselves.

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