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raffe156 · 1 year

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Your Captain

Pairing: John Price x f!reader OC Tank

Warnings: mutual Pining, fluff, smut/nsfw, 18+, unprotected sex, mentions of violence, bullet wounds, injury, Shower sex, theft, slight dom Price, age gap in my head Price is 41

Summary: Your exhausted after a mission and need help from your Captain getting out of your gear.

A/N: written after coming across an anon ask to @yeyinde and @irnbru32 Shower Price, please as always comments and feedback welcome

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Call of duty characters - Only Tank

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The mission went better than expected, but what did you expect you where in the company of the best.

You got back to the base, exhausted and weak. Everything ached, all your gear felt 10 times heavier. You lay down on the cold concrete floor the solidness of it grounding you. You really couldn't be bothered making it back to your quarters, leave me here you thought as the other walked past you laughing. Gaz bending down offering his hand to help you up. You declined shooing his hand away closing your eyes.

Price walked back to were you had crashed yourself down.

“Can’t stay there all night, Kid” - he grumbled at you. You opened your eyes to find him crouched over your head. His face just as ruddy as yours but he wore it well, better in fact. His eyes crinkled by his smile. Your Captain. You owed him more than you could ever offer and all he asked for in return was you come back to him safe and in one piece, but he asked that of all of you the whole of the squad…you weren’t special but he made you feel like you where.

“Leave me here Sir…I’ll sleep in my tact gear” - You close your eyes again the image of his bright blue one’s burned in your lids. You felt him shift the smell of tobacco, gun oil and dirt waved off him. You were taken by surprise when your felt his heavy hand loop under your tact vest to get a grip of the shoulder strap. He began to drag you across the floor muttering something about if the mountain won't come to Muhammad…

“Captain?…what…wait i'll get up!”- You were laughing, but you couldn't hide the slight hysteria in your voice. You sounded giddy you felt giddy, maybe it was just the head rush of getting to your feet or was it the way his eyes watched you like a hawk to make sure you didn’t flop back down on the ground.

There that’s what he wanted to hear your laugh, it was infectious and one of his favourite sounds to hear on cold nights.

“Come on you need to take a shower and get your head down, you did well today”- He patted you on the back, but it rested there. You were thinking too much into it. You nodded in agreement rubbing your cheek you must have smeared dirt across your face more. Price laughed wetting his thumb to rub it off for you, you let him.

“I'm not doing this to the rest of you…that’s what a shower is for…” - He cleared his throat , you caught a glimpse of something in his eyes, maybe it was the same thought as yours…If he offered, you would let him clean the rest of you with his tongue…you let the thought swim round in your mind for a second before you realised he was still stood in front of you watching you noticing your glazed look and how your cheeks go red under the grime and dirt.

You turned but the blood was elsewhere and you stumbled forward, before your body went into action Price already had his arm around your waist. Your Captain.

“Think I need help to the showers Captain…” - You looked up at him sheepishly. What were you saying? He looked at your for a moment contemplating. It was innocent he thought you were tired and needed help it wasn’t any different than helping Gaz or Soap, except maybe it was?

“Come on then…don’t say I don’t do anything for you” - He smiled tucking you into him, your hand finding a free loop on the back of his tact vest to cling on to as he steered you over to the locker room you all shared. He sat you down on the centre bench and started removing his own tact vest first, pulling at the Velcro and straps, he pulled it over his head. You watched dazed at how his body flexed when he moved, when he twisted you noticed the slight hitch in his breathing…he was sore, aching oh how you wanted to make him feel better…Your Captain.

“Your turn, lean forward” - He huffed going to work on your Velcro and straps. He was rough but what reason did he need to be gentle with you? You were a soldier, you were made of more, you weren’t a lover he was undressing in the night. You were his soldier. He began loosening the holster on you thigh. You hissed, you knew you had set it too tight, but when your running for you life under gun fire who has time to think is this too tight?

“I’ve told you not to do these so tight…”- He gruffed at you easing it open rubbing his thumb over the indent in your thigh trying to get the circulation back. You let out a small moan it was out before you could even think, you hope he hadn’t heard it, but he had and it pulled at something he knew he needed to keep in.

“Arms up kid…need to get this over your sleepy head…” - He was gentle with his words almost whispering now, you complied lifting your arms up they felt like lead weights. As he pulled the vest up the velcro got caught on your T-shirt lifting it off with the vest, but he didn’t stop to comment he just pulled the T-shirt off the Velcro and placed them both on the bench next to you.

“Boots next…here put your foot on my leg” - Price crouched down patting his thigh. Your boots were covered in mud, but then so were his jeans, you placed your boot on him as he unlaced them you studied his face how his lashes fanned on his cheeks from this angle, his dark brown hair wet and sticking up from the day and removing his vest, you wanted to run your fingers through it, to touch his beard to feel it tickle your lip as you kissed him. The closet you got was training when he was guiding you to do a long range shot with high wind “Keep yah head still…no quick movements…Good girl” he had whispered in your ear his beard tickling your face as he stood with you aiming your body to match his. Your Captain. He was done unlacing your boots and began pulling them off for you. When you thought about it you could have done all this yourself really maybe the tact vest would have been a struggle but you usually asked Soap or Ghost to help pull the few straps at the back you couldn't reach.

“Think you can unbutton your pants for me? I’ll pull them from the bottom your roll from the top, nothing worse than trying to get wet pants off when your knackered…trust me!”- He smiled at you that crinkle eye smile that made your heart bang and your stomach do somersaults. You nodded leaning back to unbutton your pants. you could feel his eyes on you it was his turn to study you now. He cast a quick glance over your torso he told himself he was looking for any signs of injury, it wouldn’t be the first time you had hid a bullet wound from him only for him to find you at 3am trying to stitch it up yourself with a needle a thread from a hotel room in Columbia. Your body was littered with scars from your life as was his. There he spotted what he was really looking for. Just below your right collar bone a small scar from a bullet meant for him, but you had took the brunt of it by stepping in front to push him out the way…it still went through your shoulder and into his but it wasn’t nearly as bad as it could have been as a result he had a matching scar on his right shoulder just an inch to the right.

You had unbuttoned your pants and where rolling them down your hips when you noticed him looking at your shoulder. Your little twin scars. You gave him a weak smile. There is was again that pull of something more, he needed to focus. You had been here before.

“Right…you roll them down and i'll pull…”- He waited for you to roll your pants down your thighs, then began pulling them the fabric wet and clingy to your damp muddy skin. You suddenly felt very aware that you were sat in just your bra and underwear in front of your boss. Your Captain.

Price folded your pants up and placed them on the bench next to you. He took a quick glance over your body, perfect he thought. When he really got down to brass tax you had always made him feel a little light headed. Had danced this dance before. The way you lit up a room, He admired you, was proud of you, cared for you the whole team meant a lot to him, but you were different…always had been you gave him the feeling of nostalgia…even though there was nearly 15 years between you. He knew he shouldn’t be feeling like this again but he couldn't help it.

You looked over at him stood just a few feet away from you, his gaze dropping to your pile of clothes. You willed him to touch you…to tell you he felt the same…that he also thought about you night and day. Though your body was tired from the day your heart was raring screaming at you to shoot your shot with your Captain.

Before you changed your mind you stood up unhooking your bra and wrapped your arms around him burying your face in his chest. You took a deep breath he smelt so good, earth, cedar, smoke and kerosene.

“I think I love you John…” - You mumbled with a sigh into his chest, you wanted the words to sink into his skin to be absorbed into his body and into his bloodstream.

Price stood with his arms slightly raised, he was in shock. You loved him…had he heard you right or had years of gun fire and missile strikes finally done his hearing in? He lowered his arms down to cup your face pulling it up to meet his gaze you struggled and he realised why you had gone bright red. He smiled. There was that light headed feeling, but he had to be realistic He was your Captain, you his soldier he thought, he knew it was wrong a bad idea but he didn’t care. He wanted you to pull on the thread that tied you to him. He loved you too. Always had.

“Same kid…I think I love you…always have” - He had said it, it was out of his mouth. He wrapped his arms around you pulling you up into a kiss. His beard tickling your face. When you pulled away you remembered your bold tactic of unhooking your bra the realisation causing your skin to chill making goosebumps all over your skin.

“I think we need to get you into the showers…you’ll catch your death out here…” - Price rubbed his hand up and down your shoulders to try and warm you up.

“You joining me? I'll wash your back you wash mine?” - the words tumble out of your mouth, one kiss and your bold as brass? Price raises an eyebrow a smile creeping across his face. He doesn’t even need to think his top is off over his head, his belt unbuckled he has to untie his boots. Fuck he crouches down fighting with the laces.

“I'll go get the water running Captain……hurry up” - You walk off round the corner to the shower cubicles. You could hear him swearing his boots not coming off quick enough. Your heart was racing,you left the light off, the white tiles gave off enough light. You found the tap turning it to the middle. It sparked to life the water crashing over your body as you stepped out of your underwear and fully immerse yourself under the shower head.You heard footsteps behind you.

“Room for one more?” - Price pressed himself up against the back of you, dropping his head to kiss your neck, his hand coming up to grab you breast. You leaned back into him allowing his other hand to slip in between your thighs. A small gasp as he slide his fingers over your clit. The water was hot but his skin on yours was like a branding iron.

He couldn’t help himself he was hard just from the feeling of you against him, your skin wet and slippery. He wasn’t going to lie he had thought about you a few times while in the shower, had wanked himself off to how you would sound under him, crying out his name as you came. Little did he know you had done the same buried your fingers in yourself at the thought of him ordering you to cum, him calling you a good girl.

Price could feel your walls fluttering around his fingers and it was driving him wild.

“I need you in me Sir…need to feel you” - You were gasping for breath. He didn’t need telling twice he wants to give you whatever you want. He removed his hand from you and lined himself up bending you forward slightly to get a better angle.

“You ready sweetheart?” - He was already nudging his tip in. You gave him a Mhmm pushing your hips back.

“Feisty for someone who not 20 minutes ago was too tired to undress herself…” - He was teasing you now.

“Please sir…” - You were begging him. The Sir gets him going. He thrusts into you, he can feel you adjusting to his girth can hear the slight sting in your voice. He wraps his forearm around your neck gripping your shoulder to anchor you to him. He slams into you, your wet bodies crashing together. You have to hold on to his arm with both hands. You can’t help the panting with every thrust his cock feels like it splitting you apart, stretching you in all the right places. You can hear how wet you are when he pulls back even over the sound of the shower. Your moan comes out choked but loud.

“Shhhh…shhh…you can take it, can't you baby be a good soldier for your captain” - His head resting on yours you can hear the strain in his voice, Price is grunting and groaning as your walls clench around him.

“Your so tight love…fuck my perfect little soldier…”- Price grunts his thrusts getting sloppy and it pushes you over the cliff. His perfect soldier. Your Captain. You cry out in pleasure. If the squad hadn’t heard you both before they had heard you now.

Price feels you falling apart around him as his own release builds. He pulls your face to the side sliding his tongue into your open mouth it’s desperate rough and greedy, your gasping for breath as he fills you up.

You both stand there still attached like one entity, catching your breath his arm still around your neck. Price kissed your lips again softer, then kissed the top of your head.

“Sorry the first time was a quickie love…next time…” - he trailed off, did you even want there to be a next time? He pulled out from you turning you to look you in the eyes.

“That’s if you want there to be a next time?” - he was searching your face for an answer. He might not be able to give you all the things a man half his age could, but he would look after you and love you till the universe said otherwise. He owed you more than he could offer, he was your captain and you his soldier.

You could see the look in his eyes soft, searching but hesitant. oh how you loved him. Your Captain. You answered all his doubts with a simple kiss, pulling him to you under the water. You traced your hand over his chest and felt the tissue from your shared scar. He smiled.

“I'll take that as a yes…now onto our earlier agreement…I think you said you would wash my back and I’ll wash yours or would you like me to use my tongue?” - Price pushed you back into the tiles, his hands either side of your head boxing you into the corner. So he did have the same thought earlier? The dirty dog. He had a wicked grin on his face. You contemplated it.

“Maybe next time Captain…Ill swiped the fancy body wash Gaz hides behind the sink” - you laugh stepping out of the cubicle making sure not to slip, you felt light headed and wobbly and in your starry state didn’t realise the two figures stood near the shower room entrance.

“Honestly Gaz needs to find a better hiding spot for this…I think he knows I’ve been using it…” - You called back to Price pulling the shower gel out from behind the basin. You jumped at the sound of someone clearing their throat…your head snapped round to see Ghost and Soap stood staring at you. Soap was smiling from ear to ear Ghost had his arms folded across his chest…Shit…you don’t even think to cover yourself up, you just hope Price doesn’t…

“Right this water is getting cold now…I wanna see you all soaped up love” - Price leaned out of the cubicle grabbing your hand to pull you back in, when he noticed your head was turned to the entrance…shit…he looked over to see Ghost and Soap now starting at him in shock…

“Captain…you owe me a tenner Sergeant” - Ghost nod's in his direction he uncrossed his arms and put a hand out to Soap who was rifling through his pockets for something.

“Christ sake LT…I was certain it was Alejandro…” - Soap handed Ghost the money. You shot Price a look who beckoned you back into the cubicle he realised you hadn’t remembered you where naked, he chuckled when he seen the cogs turn in your brain. You scrambled in behind him using his body to shield you. You knew for a fact they had all seen each others dicks, they all showered together, you had also heard the drunken arguing over who’s was bigger one night you had refused to be the judge.

“Now that’s settled…we’ll wait till the showers are…free Captain…Tank…come on Johnny” - Ghost turned but Soap remained.

“Sure you have enough soap lass?” - Johnny was pushing it now, Price scoffed.

“We’ve got plenty mate…”- He said pulling the curtain back on you both. You both waited for the footsteps to disappear before bursting out laughing.

“Right where were we?” - Price said snatching the bottle of shower gel from you giving you that eye crinkling smile of his. Your Captain.

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mull3ts · 2 years

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— ONE WAY TiCKET

— Did you ever want a one way ticket into someone's deepest secrets, feelings, obsessions, and weaknesses? I heard a yes! Then look no further than One Way Ticket—you'll learn about various men's secrets that they swore to either take to the grave or make public. All of their deepest darkest weaknesses all on display for you! (Talk about vulnerability...) Have fun going through all of the fun (Less than moral) things you'll uncover! After all, you do have a one way ticket to the maybe not so well kept secrets of the hottest men out there. Use it wisely, or else you might as well find an angry wife. You know what they say! Crying is for wives.

⚠︎ WARNiNGS | Smut (18+), Dilfs & Stepcest (Stepfathers and stepbrothers), infidelity, do not continue if you are not comfortable with any of the warnings.

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⚠︎ WARNiNGS | Dilf! Stepfather! Jaemin

I meant it when I said less than moral, who wouldn't want to spend the summer with your very own stepfather: Mr. Na Jaemin. Jaemin had met you before he'd met your nother and from that moment on, he knew you were practically the one for him but one problem though—he was in some sort of entanglement with your mother. However, there is always something called a compromise and in the mean time—you'd do whatever he asks of you.

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⚠︎ WARNiNGS | Dilf! Stepfather! Yuta

With your stepdad, he makes everything feel like 100 degrees. And while it really might feel like 100 degrees outside, Mr. Nakamoto Yuta makes it feel so much hotter. Yuta doesn't really mind though, he can take the heat, he can take it all he wants—but you? Well, he's not quite sure. And what better way is there to eliminate uncertainty than with a fun little test drive? It surely can't hurt anybody.

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𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐘

⚠︎ WARNiNGS | Dilf! Johnny

You almost sob when your puppy decides to jump over the fence into the lawn of Mr. Johnny Suh. There was no way you were going to just knock on his door and ask for your puppy back, not when you once had an incident with him. While your helpless puppy is in Mr. Suh's care, he finds a way to torment you through his window.

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⚠︎ WARNiNGS | Dilf! Stepfather! Johnny

He just wants to touch you for a minute! He's never felt quite this jealous, but he feels jealous now—who does this boy think he is? He wants to do so, so many things to you but, he's afraid of what might happen after...or not happen. Maybe three seconds is enough for his heart to quit it.

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⚠︎ WARNiNGS | Dilf! Stepfather! Jaehyun

Jaehyun is supposed to know better. He knows better. He knows so much better, so he thinks of a plan. He's not exactly sure it'll be pretty but, it'll leave him a single man again who's more than welcome to court you the proper way and maybe not in the stepdad way. What he wasn't expecting was all the questions you had for him.

!BONUS! 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑

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wordstome · 5 months

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What are the dads’ favorite bonding activities with their kids? 🥺

hello friend!!

Price: I like to imagine Price's girls are engaged in all sorts of extracurricular activities from ballet to the school play. I think his favorite bonding activity with them would be taking them out to eat after a recital or a performance. Just his little ladies and some good old greasy spoon diner food: what else could a man want? And you know that when the girls grow up, those nights are going to be some of their fondest childhood memories.

Ghost: Caden is a parallel play kind of kid. He's quietly doing his little crayon drawings next to Simon watching a tv show. I could also see them bonding when Simon takes Caden out to run errands with him, groceries and stuff. Caden gets a bit of socialization, and Simon is there if he gets overwhelmed and needs a bit of comfort. It really brings them together: the kid knows that no matter how distant his dad can be, he can always rely on Simon.

Soap: JOCK ALERT. His favorite bonding activity is taking his kids to the park. Impromptu soccer games, roleplaying on the playground equipment, buying them ice cream on a hot summer day. When Elodie's older, she stops going, preferring to hang out with friends or do her own thing. But I can see wayyyy in the future when she's an adult, she'll have a lot of nostalgia for those days and will love going on walks with her dad.

Gaz: Kyle is a planned activities kind of man, a very take the kids to Disney World and make lifetime memories sorta guy. Every summer the family gets an airbnb by the lake, and every winter they're off at a ski lodge. (Here's to that delicious, delicious dual income household.) Violet and Elliott are always the kids blowing into the first day of class full of stories about all the fun stuff they got up to over the summer.

König: Dress-up. Come on, you knew this was coming. He's so girldad. Ava can't keep her hands out of her dad's luscious locks, and loves making him paper crowns because of his callsign (he definitely speaks German with her at home so she knows what it means). He also buys Ava those big plastic playsets that are a grocery checkout or a little kitchen and roleplays little scenarios with her. Ava's a militant chef, by the way. She would make a great line cook.

Horangi: Concerts with his daughter, Ryujin. Probably a few raves, as well. Ryujin's a punk rock and indie scene kinda gal, but she'll listen to anything, and has a few favorite kpop groups whose concerts she's dragged Hong-jin to. He's a diehard Once (fan of the girl group Twice) himself. They've also definitely gotten a few tattoos/piercings together, which would be an odd thing to do with your dad if Ryujin's dad were not so cool.

Keegan: Same as Johnny, except instead of taking his kids to safe parks and soccer fields, he takes them into the woods. Camping, fishing, teaching them a bunch of useful skills. It's such a "things your divorced dad does with you when he doesn't know what else to do for the weekend you're staying with him" activity, but Jason and Cecelia have never had someone do those things with them before, so they're having a good time. Other than that, laser tag and airsoft is a big one. Keegan was hesitant to get them into stuff like that, but they've always been curious about his military career and things just sort of escalated from there. I saw this tiktok of a cosplayer in a Logan mask captioned "when you're playing airsoft with your 15-year spec ops dad" and it's the cosplayer plastering themselves against a wall in terror: that's Keegan's kids. He's not going to hold back when he plays, and they don't want him to.

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