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patrollingboston · 20 days

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Please don't say you love me // Price x Reader angst

A small one-shot inspired by Mitski's song 'First love/Late spring' ¸.☆.

You stood in the kitchen of your house, your hands pressed against the cold countertop behind you. John stood opposite you, his eyes tying you down like a prisoner.

“I- I don’t know what you want me to say.” He said, his voice croaky as he tried to defend himself.

“I can’t keep doing this, it’s like you pretend I don’t exist.” You said, the feeling of sharpened barbed wire coiling round your throat as you fought back tears.

“You know that’s not true, I’m busy- “He stepped forward, placing a hand on yours.

You snatched it away, taking a few steps back so you stood in the entryway of the room. Looking to your right your eyes are met with photos of the pair of you, happy, in love and smiling; pinned to the fridge like a memory board.

“I’m not going to hear your excuses out anymore. I’m so lonely.” You said, a tear dripping off your cheek hitting the tiled floor with a quiet splash.

Price peered past you, down into the hallway. His eyes locked on a suitcase you placed by the door earlier. His heart sunk, his face too.

“You are already packed? You weren’t even going to tell me?”

“You don’t pick up my calls, I have no clue when you are coming home. I have to hear it from your shitting teammates John.” You pleaded.

“I will change, I know I don’t treat you right.” He said walking towards you, placing a hand across your cheek, his thumb swiping across it.

“You had your chance.”

You had to be strong, it wasn’t fair on you that he chose never to contact you. You didn’t care if he meant to treat you this way or not but his career was not going to be the excuse for your failing relationship any longer.

Putting your hand on his wrist you gently pushed it down from your face.

You walked down the hall, grabbing your coat off the hook and enveloping yourself in it. With one hand on your suitcase, you pulled open your front door, the cold air hitting your face contrasting your once warm and inviting home you and John shared.

“ But I love-“

“Please don’t say you love me.”

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patrollingboston · 22 days

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Cupid's Chokehold ᵔᴗᵔ

New chapter out! (4) First taste of Chemistry between Estella and Soap? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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patrollingboston · 1 month

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Estella 'Nessie' Adler

My new oc in my latest Soap fic Cupid's Chokehold 𝄞⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆

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patrollingboston · 1 month

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I don't really dance // Soap x Reader fluff

Soap your long time crush offers you a dance at a friends wedding.

The wedding looked gorgeous, not being a typical romantic the idea of attending a wedding for an entire day would make your stomach churn. But seeing as it was Gaz’s wedding and he was one of your closest friends you made the effort for him and his lovely new wife.

The dancefloor was bustling, the music was throbbing through your ears. You grasped a glass of wine sipping it slowly underneath a veranda with vines tangled around the legs making a pretty sight. Confetti lay all over the table in the shape of pink and white hearts. How cute. Everyone else, that you knew of, attending the wedding all seemed to be at the bar or enjoying the atmosphere of the dance floor. Ghost sat opposite you on the table, a beer in hand, his mask still pulled over his face; it obviously didn’t come off for special occasions. You sat there like a pair of grumpy idiots whilst everyone else enjoyed themselves.

“What time do weddings usually end?” He grumbled, taking a sip of his beer whilst lifting his mask up to reveal his mouth. He must have had some weird looks from guests who didn’t know about the whole mask ghoulish thing.

“Fuck knows.” You reply taking a small sip from your glass, your eyes scanned the area, the stars contrasting the thick dark sky that loomed above everyone.

“Look at Price and Laswell dancing over there.” He said gesturing to the pair, clearly both plastered as they danced joyfully to the music.

“Psh, at least they are enjoying themselves.”

A beat passed.

“You spoken to Johnny today?” He made direct eye contact with you, swivelling in his seat as if the conversation had taken a more serious turn, making your stomach flip slightly.

“A little bit, caught him before the ceremony. Saw him chatting to one of the bridesmaids. Why?”

“You know if you keep letting your big bruised ego get in the way nothing is going to happen with him.”

“Um excuse me Ghost, I have no idea what you mean.” You said defensively raising your voice a touch so he could hear your annoyance over the loud bass.

“Whatever, I don’t see him with that ’bridesmaid’ now.” He leaned back in his seat again taking a swig of his beer.

“Dick.” You said under your breathe, who was he to talk about your feelings.

Subconsciously your eyes drifted around the space for him, you spotted him perched on a barstool chatting to who you assumed to be Gaz’s mum, always the charmer. As if he could feel eyes on him, his head turned round into your direction. You quickly looked away trying to gulp down your glass of wine to seem occupied; praying he didn’t notice you staring.

The song suddenly switched from an upbeat one into a slower paced one making everyone begin to pair up and sway around the floor. Gaz and his bride were looking lovingly at each other, you couldn’t help but feel a little jealous about what they had. Pushing those feelings down you turned to ghost.

“Want another drink?” You spoke, standing up grabbing your purse from the chair.

“All good, not done with this one yet.”

“Not like you to turn down a free dri- “ You were cut off by a presence in front of you, looking up you saw Soap. You swallowed hard.

“Ya alright?”

His accent made you weak at the knees, even if you’d never tell a soul that.

“Fine, you having a nice time?”

“Yeah, I um wondered if I could steal you for a dance?” He asked, his confident demeanour suddenly changing to an anxious teenager.

“What... I don’t really dance.” Unintentionally you let a laugh slip out.

“Dinnae laugh at me, I’m serious.” He playfully punched your shoulder before holding a hand out towards you.

You looked towards Ghost who was trying his best to ignore the situation happening right in front of him, you managed to catch his eye for a brief second, he widened them as if to say ‘go on’.

You took his hand and he gently led you towards the dance floor, you found a quiet spot between the crowd.

His hands found your waist as you placed yours on either side of his shoulders. You weren’t quite sure where to look so you opted for gazing over his shoulder.

“Relax would you, you’re as stiff as a board.” He teased.

“Can’t say I dance very often, give me a chance I’m not a natural.”

“You’re perfect.”

The comment caught you off guard, you pulled away from his grasp slightly meeting his eyes. You couldn’t help but notice the way the fairy lights surrounding you reflected in them causing a twinkle. All of a sudden, he was twisting you round like a ragdoll. During the spins you couldn’t help but see a few familiar eyes staring in your direction in surprise.

“Johnny please, I’m getting dizzy!” You chuckled, he always had this way of making you unmask and let your guard down no matter the situation.

“You look stunning, I don’t tell you enough.” He spoke with a genuine tone and a cheeky smile as his eyes fell back on yours once again.

“I- “ Choking out a single syllable, you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks.

“Come ere’.” His arms wrapped around you even tighter, causing you to fall against him, you rested your head in his shoulder as he continued to peacefully sway to the music.

Your eyes found Ghost who was still sat, beer in hand at the table by himself. He raised his bottle in your direction, you wanted to be annoyed but couldn’t bring yourself to be, instead you returned him a warm smile.

You would have never guessed that the night ended with you slow dancing with Soap MacTavish underneath the stars like in a romantic comedy but here you both were intertwined moving with the calm pace of the music lovingly.

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patrollingboston · 1 month

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Price has his girlfriend’s photo in his helmet….

Keeping you close // Price x Reader fluff

Price was often away for weeks or even months at a time. Nothing unusual for you two. You were able to call, even sometimes having to revert back to communicating through paper and pen.

One particular letter you had attached a photo of yourself, nothing particularly special. Your friend had taken it if you when out for lunch, it displayed you sat across a table holding a glass of something, a wide smile spread across your face, your eyes crinkled from laughter. You didn’t like the photograph however your friend convinced you that you looked nice in it and that would Price would appreciate receiving it whilst deployed.

Kissing the back of the envelope like usual before posting it you walked back to your house continuing with your day.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

A few days went by, the anxiety of not hearing from Price was always bad but you managed to cope clinging onto the thought knowing he would contact you when he could.

Sitting in your kitchen writing something on your laptop your phone began buzzing violently beside you.

Unknown number

You pressed the green button.

“Hello?”

“Hiya hun, it’s John.”

“John!”

You practically squealed at the excitement and relief of just hearing his voice crackle through the phone line.

“Can’t speak for long but I just wanted to check in.”

“Everything’s okay over here, I’m missing you.”

“Believe me I miss you too, you looked lovely in that photo you sent.”

A warm feeling doused your cheeks, a rosy tint covering them.

“You think so? I wasn’t sure. My friend said I looked nice so.”

“Don’t be stupid, Look at you. It’s nice to have a proper photo of you near me, not one just through a bloody screen.”

He chuckled gruffly.

A beep rang through the phone before John sighed so loud you heard it through the jumbled line.

“I’ve got to go hun, I’ll call as soon as I can. I love you.”

“Stay safe, I love you.”

With that the line was hung up. You placed your phone down on the table, returning your focus to your laptop trying not to let the anxiousness around John swallow you whole.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

John was gearing up for his next mission, after he had strapped his vest on he reached around for his helmet. Lifting up the heavy piece of equipment he placed it on his head, lowering the night vision goggles over his eyes before something fluttered out catching his eye. He bent over to retrieve it realising the Polaroid photo you had sent him had slipped out the hiding place in his helmet. He tucked it back in safely before continuing with preparation.

He liked keeping you with him, even if he would never admit he carries your picture round with him.

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patrollingboston · 1 month

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*turns on the megaphone*

Simon and his wifey have disaster twins!

Thank you for coming to my TED talk

Double Trouble // Simon x Reader fluff

Thank you for your request! I wanted to include their reactions to finding out as well as a glimpse into daily life for them. Hope you enjoy!

Simon and you had been married for 4 years. It wasn’t a normal marriage by any means, he was often deployed leaving you to amble through life without him by your side for most months of the year. You didn’t mind your own company, you met up with friends and family regularly, caring for yours and Simon’s cat counting down the days until he was home again. It was a quiet and lonely life at times but you understood how much his career meant to him, this was all until one specific night you and Simon shared together landing you in a hospital room at your 12-week pregnancy scan.

“You, okay?”

Simon asked, his deep voice echoing through the eerily clinicals walls as he placed a gentle hand on your shoulder reassuringly. You laid on the bed, the paper scrunching up underneath your back as you waited anxiously for the Doctor to return.

“I’m alright, just a bit jittery.”

You replied giving an uncertain smile towards him, he had managed to get a few days off of work so he could accompany you to the scan. Today was the day you found out the gender of your baby, you and Simon agreed it was best to know now so you could both prepare.

“Right! We all ready in here?”

The doctor came charging back in the room pushing the thick wooden door closed behind her, she sat herself on a stool and wheeled over to you laying on the bed.

“Think so.”

You said with a smile, looking up and making eye contact with Simon. The doctor rolled up your t shirt exposing your stomach to the cold hospital air.

“Are we wanting to know if it’s a boy or girl today?”

She said, squeezing the gel onto your stomach the temperature startling you.

“Uh yes we would like to know.”

Simon spoke up his eyes fixed on the little tv screen the Doctor had wheeled over towards the two of you.

“Can you hear the heartbeat?”

The two of you nodded in sync as you heard the familiar rumble erupt from the machine before a second sounding noise adjoined it.

“What’s the other noise?”

You asked curiously, peeking your head up to get a closer look at the monitor.

“That is uh.. a second heartbeat. You are having healthy twins how wonderful! Can you see baby number 2 hidden in the back there?”

“Wait what?”

Simon said, his demeanour going from relaxed to suddenly tensing up, his grip on your shoulder becoming tighter.

“Twins, see?”

“You’re serious?”

You said now sitting up fully to inspect the monitor, half of you believed this Doctor was speaking nonsense until your eyes saw a second shadow on the tv. Feeling overwhelmed your eyes began to well up, you reached your hand up to grab Simon’s arm for support.

“Fully, would you like to know the genders?”

You both nodded once again.

“In my opinion it looks like two baby girls.”

You slapped a hand to your chest making an ‘awh’ sound, you had always wanted a daughter, now you were going to have two at once. Simon, who was not saying a word, continued to stare at the monitor in amazement.

“We are having twin girls?”

He finally spoke up, clearing his throat and turning to face you. In that moment you both felt such gratitude and shock for the news of two healthy baby girls that you both forgot about the logistics of the entire situation for a few moments.

One year later

“Si, can you bring me a tea towel she’s chucked tomato sauce in my eye.”

You yelled through the kitchen as you dabbed your face, sauce dripping down onto your t shirt as your baby Emily giggled sat in her highchair in the background.

“I can’t love, Chloe’s got a hold of my phone and won’t give it up.”

Simon yelled back from the living room sounding out of breath followed by a few crashing sounds as you assumed he was chasing Chloe round for his phone back. The twins had just learned to walk, and throw apparently causing a nightmare for the both of you.

Simon had returned from deployment a few weeks ago, he was descended straight into the chaos of raising your two twins. You stumbled blindly round the kitchen trying to find something to wipe your face on as you heard the pitter patter of feet coming towards you.

“Mama look.”

Chloe gurgled handing you what you assumed was Simon’s phone.

“What have we said about taking people’s things hey?”

You said in a sterner tone, Simon following into the kitchen behind. You handed him his phone back and he slid it back into his pocket before grabbing a square of kitchen roll and wiping your face for you.

“And you, what have we said about throwing stuff?”

He asked in a soft tone towards your daughter Emily, who was still finding the situation hilarious. He stepped over Chloe who was now playing sat on the kitchen tiles with the cat before reaching his arms out and scooping Emily up in them.

“I’m so glad to have you back Si.”

You said, exhaustion creeping throughout your brain as you rubbed your temples.

“I’ve missed my girls too.”

He said a wide smile spreading across his cheeks as he looked at his daughter placed upon his hip and then towards Chloe sat on the floor. It was a chaotic life for you two currently, but it was yours and no one else’s and you wouldn’t change it for the world.

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patrollingboston · 1 month

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Hiiii! Sorry for bothering but….

Imagine you’ve been dating Soap for a long time and now he wants to meet your family but there is a problem… you are a foreigner(I thought maybe somewhere like Turkey but idk your choice), and your family doesn't know English…also there's a huge cultural barrier but somehow he convinced you to going your home country with him on your leave….

Love your work <3

Language Barrier // Soap x Reader fluff

Hi! Thank you for your request. I decided to make the reader Spanish as I’m a bit more familiar with the culture. I do not speak Spanish and I used google translate so I’m so sorry if the Spanish doesn’t make sense! and as usual this isn’t supposed to be realistic :)

You and Soap were sat in the common room of base. Both snuggled into one another on the old ratty green sofa watching some crappy show on the tv ahead of you whilst you scrolled through Instagram on your phone. Soap had a pint in hand, the other rested atop your legs that were stretched across his lap. You held a warm cup of tea in your hand slurping it loudly, you paused on a post of your older brother posing with his fiancé.

“Who’s that?”

Soap said leaning over to glance at the post you had paused on with squinting eyes.

“My brother Luis, he’s just got engaged, look.”

You said shoving the phone into Soap’s face showing him the photo of the happy couple stood smiling on a picturesque beach.

“When do I get to meet your family?” Soap spoke, pushing the phone down out his face looking at you with a blank face.

“I mean, it’s not that I don’t want you to meet them… of course I do, it’s just a bit more confusing you know.”

You said with a disappointed face. Soap knew you were raised in Spain, a smaller part of it called Mijas. You had relocated to Britain in your late teens, looking for a place to continue your education ultimately ending up as a sergeant in the Airforce before joining task force 141.

“Come on Lass, we have leave next week. We could head down there for a weekend, wouldn’t it be nice to see your brother and your parents? When was the last time you saw them?”

Soap said sitting up, getting excited at the prospect of seeing where you grew up, his attitude making you smile and consider his proposition.

“They don’t speak English, they don’t know much about you, I like to keep my work and family separate.”

You stated with hesitation in your voice. You really wanted Soap to meet your family, but you didn’t know how it would work with the language barrier and all.

“Go give them a call. I’ve got it sorted.”

He said jumping off the sofa a big grin spread across his face. You stood up behind him confused on what he meant, you did miss your family and decided now would be a better time than any to visit them.

That lead you to being stood on the doorstep of your childhood home. A suitcase in one hand and soaps fingers linked around yours in the other. You had chosen a good time to fly as it wasn’t unbearably hot but still a nice change from the miserable UK weather you were used to nowadays. You pressed the doorbell, the familiar ring throwing you back years.

“Javier, ella está aquí.” Javier she’s here!

You heard your Mum’s voice call through the walls of your old house to your father before the door violently swung open.

“Mi bebe, ella ha vuelto!” My baby, she’s back.

Your mum said with a wide smile before enveloping you in the tightest hug you’d ever felt. Soap stood watching awkwardly waiting for you to introduce him.

“Mamá! Ha pasado un tiempo. Este es Johnny, mi novio, de quien hablé por teléfono.” Mama! it's been a while. This is Johnny my boyfriend, the one who I talked about on the phone.

Soap stepped forward holding a hand out towards your Mum politely as your Dad came to stand beside her. Your Mum stared at Soap for a minute, taking in his appearance before pushing his hand down and throwing her arms around him too whilst she laughed.

"Tiene un corte de pelo raro, ¿no?" He has a weird haircut no?

You shot your Mum a glare before wrapping your arms around your Dad. You regretted not coming home sooner after you had felt the comfort of your parents again.

"Es un placer conocerte. Gracias por invitarme a tu casa." It's a pleasure to meet you. Thank you for inviting me to your home.

Soap spoke loudly, his thick accent making his pronunciation a little amusing but it still really caught you off guard. You pulled away from your Dad’s hug to look at him in awe.

"And just where did you learn how to say that?"

You said stifling a laugh, looking at him with a proud expression.

"¿No pudiste conocer a tus padres y no poder entender todas las historias que deben tener sobre ti, eh Lass?" Couldn't meet your parents and understand all the stories they must have about you, eh Lass?

You chuckled, still a bit taken back by the whole situation, your Mum grabbed your arm and pulled you into the hallway of the house. Whilst Soap had a seemingly coherent conversation with your Dad.

"No dijiste que hablaba español, ya me gusta. Incluso con ese estúpido corte de pelo." You didn't say he spoke Spanish, my my I like him already. Even with that stupid haircut.

You rolled your eyes and walked further into your home.

A few hours later, you and your family were sat in the living room, drinks in hand laughing loudly. You had reunited with your siblings, meeting your brothers fiancé. The atmosphere was comforting and it felt just like old times. Any worry you had about returning home had vanished.

Later that night as Soap was asleep in bed beside you, you rolled over to grab a glass of water on the bedside table. You noticed something sticking out one of his bags. Quietly you crawled out of bed and knelt down beside the bag, pulling out the object only to realize it was a book. A book on learning Spanish, it was filled with book tabs on every page marking specific quotes and phrases he had heard you use over the years. You looked back towards the bed to see him awake and smiling at you.

"You did all this for one weekend in spain? You big dork."

"I'd learn every language under the sun if it meant I could know more about you."

He said sleep lacing his voice.

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patrollingboston · 1 month

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141 Beach Episode // Cod x Reader

You know how in every good show there's a beach episode? Yeah this is theirs.

The 5 of you were sat in a truck with the aircon blasting. Price was dramatically fanning himself with his boonie hat. With one hand placed on the steering wheel. You had just finished a week-long mission and it left you all somewhere on the east coast with the sun beating down with no mercy. You were so uncomfortable, dressed head to toe in full gear practically sweltering in it.

“Not used to this bloody heat.”

Soap sighed placing a hand to his forehead to relieve his brow of sweat.

“I’ve got the aircon.”

Gaz smirked, of course he was fine he was sat in the front seat with cold air blasting directly onto him. You were squished between Ghost and Soap, plus he always wore a sunhat and sunglasses even in the rain.

“How ghost isn’t a puddle yet I have no clue.”

You stated, glancing over at ghost who was dressed in all black with his mask still pinned down onto his face yet he didn’t show a single sign of discomfort.

“Can you even breathe? Isn’t it like being trapped under a blanket?”

“I can breathe fine.”

He grunted not sounding amused by your questions.

“Look at tha’ ain’t it a pretty view.”

Soap said tapping on the truck window, everyone’s eyes glanced to meet where he was pointing. You were greeted with the sight of a gorgeous white sandy beach with the clearest sea water you had ever seen with families playing in the sand and surfers utilizing the waves.

“The things I would give to dive in those waves.”

You said groaning, resting your head back in the seat knowing you had a hot and uncomfortable 6+ flight ahead of you to get back to base in England not to mention the drive to even get to the airport.

“Can’t we stop for a bit? The missions all done and dusted, surely, they don’t need us back that hastily.”

Gaz asked turning to face the captain with a cheesy grin plastered across his face.

“I could use a pint. I’m sweating like a fucking pig. We only have a few hours but I think we could all use a break.”

“Make that two.”

Ghost’s gruff voice chimed in his mood perking up at the promise of a cold beer.

“I think everyone here wants a bloody pint.”

A few moments later the 5 of you were all stood on the beach boardwalk, you removed your boots and placed them by the railing before stepping onto the soft, warm sand.

“I have never ever stepped on sand so soft oh my-“

You wondered how long it had been before you stood barefoot on a beach. Probably not since you were a child on a day trip with your family.

“Shit the sands a bit hot ain’t it?”

Soap said as she stepped onto the sand beside you, shifting from foot to foot as he complained about the temperature once again.

“I’ll go grab us some drinks, find a spot I’ll come find you all.”

Price said before stepping up the stairs and walking towards the crowded beach bar on the boardwalk.

Ghost, who was still dressed fully in his gear stomped behind you scouting the beach for a place to sit like it was the toughest decision he ever had to make.

“Here.”

He said pointing to a peaceful square of the beach, not too far from the shore.

You all placed your backpacks down and set a towel down for yourself. Ghost was wrestling with the beach umbrella to get it stood up.

“Whose going for a swim?”

Soap said with a huge smile on his face as he stripped off his t shirt leaving him in his cargo shorts.

“You go first mate, tell us how cold it is eh?”

Gaz joked, pushing soap slightly closer the seafront.

“Don’t be a pussy.”

“I’ll go!”

You said, removing your jacket and vest leaving you in a tank top and some old cargo shorts dumping by your backpack them away from the shore so the waves didn’t steal them.

You jogged down to the water front stood beside Soap and Gaz.

“Whose going to make the first move then?”

You all stood in a line, hands on hips inspecting the water as it broke in front of you. As you spoke Soap dived headfirst into a wave like a goofy dolphin. He stuck his head up like an seal, running his hands through his mohawk and wiping the salty water off his face.

“Is it cold?”

You shouted through the crashing waves.

“Nah, its refreshing.”

He shouted back before running through the water back onto the shore to stand beside the two of you.

“I don’t know if I’m that hot anymore you know-“

You said backing off after feeling the ‘refreshing’ water splash over your feet and ankles sending little shockwaves through you.

With that statement Soap placed two hands on your waist and lifted you up into the air before placing you over his shoulder like a fireman would carrying someone out a burning building.

“DON’T YOU DARE SOAP, I MEAN IT.”

You screamed thumping his back in fear as he stepped into the freezing ocean once again. Gaz stood on the shore filming the entire situation laughing at your misfortune. Ghost sat watching from afar under a big shady umbrella pint in hand with Price sat beside him reading something, smoking one of his cigars as per usual.

“Ready?”

Soap teased as he began to hoist you up even further before throwing you into the sea with a huge splash. The cold water shocked you at first but after a few seconds, soap was right. It was kind of refreshing. You popped your head up out the water with a frown.

“I hate you asshole.”

“You weren’t going to get in I had no choice-“

You pushed a big wave of water his way aiming for his face secretly hoping the salt would burn his eyes.

“GAZ GET IN.”

Gaz stepped into the water with haste joining you and soap.

“We going play mermaids or what?”

You asked with a chuckle as the 3 of you treaded water in a circle.

“I would prefer to drown Soap.”

Gaz said before dunking soaps head back under the water.

About an hour later you sat on the beach wrapped in your towel, drying off in the sun.

“Been a while since I’ve been able to relax on a beach.”

Price spoke, he was leant back on a sun lounger his hat placed over his face shielding his eyes from the setting sun.

“Thought you were asleep old man.”

Ghost chuckled.

“Can we take a photo?”

You asked bringing out your super old digital camera you dragged around on every single mission.

The 5 of you gathered in closer. Gaz throwing up a peace sign. Soaps arm slung around ghost and a beer held loosely in the other. Captain Price sat up placing his hands on your shoulders. Your smiles were all wide (you would like to believe ghost’s was too) as the light of the setting sun glowed on your faces.

That day was a good day.

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patrollingboston · 2 months

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Hiya! Could you write a fic where we have to share a bed with Price?

Much love ❤️

An awkward conversation // Price x reader fluff

guilty pleasure one bed trope, this is not meant to be realistic!

After completing gruelling week on a mission, You, Gaz, Soap and Price were headed back to the pickup location to take you all back to base. The conversations being shared were short and snappy due to everyone’s exhaustion. Gaz was fast asleep snoring like bear and it was driving you insane. Soap had earphones in as Captain Price drove along the long stretch of road ahead whilst you were directing him from the passenger seat.

A loud crackle buzzed through everyone’s radio; Gaz snapped awake as everyone focussed on the voice on the other end of the radio.

“Bravo 0-6?”

“Price, you there?”

“What is it Laswell?”

Price held down the button on his radio whilst his eyes remained focused on the road ahead. He drove with one hand on the steering wheel occasionally looking over at you. Everyone’s curiosity was peaked as the mission was over, why would Laswell need to contact them now?

“Nikolai has a problem with exfil, his helicopter has needed some uh, um emergency maintenance. We can’t fly you back to base until tomorrow morning, can you all find a motel nearby just to rest up for a night?”

“Oh, fucking hell- “

Gaz groaned, Soap joining him. You flopped your head back against the headrest in protest. Everyone just wanted to go home, sleep in their own beds, eat normal warm food and be alone.

“Is there no other option? I think we all just want to be back ASAP Laswell.”

“Fraid’ not, earliest we can get to you is 8am tomorrow.”

“Alright, we will sort something out.”

Price said taking his hand off the steering wheel for a second to rub his temples, you glanced over noticing how tired his eyes looked. Everyone’s did.

With that statement the radio cut off. Everyone’s eyes were on Price as he was magically going be able to solve the issue.

“Well, what’s the plan?”

Soap chimed in, peeking his head round from the back of the car.

“There’s a cheap motel not too far, look we aren’t going to be there long. It’s already late, it’s just to clean up and get some rest. I know it’s not ideal.”

“I’m sure we can survive one more night, at least it will be warm?”

You spoke, trying to lift the mood of your fellow soldiers only to be met by awkward silence.

Price tapped on his phone to get directions to the motel. He was right about needing to clean up. Everyone was in their gear, dirt and mud were splashed over everyone’s clothes and face.

“I miss real food.”

Gaz said, Soap nodded in agreement as he began bumbling on about a restaurant near his house.

10 minutes later the car pulled up into the carpark for the motel. There wasn’t much to say about it, it didn’t look too bad from the outside but in your current state of tiredness you would sleep in a bed made of cardboard.

“Gaz, Soap go get us rooms, we will unload the car.”

Price ordered, Gaz and Soap split off entering the reception as you and him began lugging in everyone’s duffel bags. It was quite sparse, a few potted plants and a strikingly red carpet that frankly was hurting your weary eyes.

“Cap? They only have 2 rooms.”

You placed the bag down you were carrying and peered over to soap who was stood speaking to the receptionist.

Price sighed so loudly you could hear it from across the room.

“Well, we can go two and two, or we can take a chance on the other motel, think it was about 20 minutes away.”

You stepped over the pile of bags to join the conversation.

“I don’t mind sharing, please I just want to shower and lie down.”

You said rubbing your eyes, smearing the warpaint from earlier.

“Who goes with who?”

You suddenly felt everyone’s gaze on you.

“You pick F/N you’re the only woman here.”

“Why do you say that like it’s a bad thing?”

You teased as you watched Gaz’s face drop.

“No that’s not what I meant, c’mon.”

You weighed the pros and cons of each person in your head, quickly ruling out soap for how often he liked to flirt with people, that could never end well. Gaz was an option? But you recently discovered he snores and you needed sleep. That only left Price, your captain. You didn’t mind him, in fact over time you had grown quite fond of him despite his grumpy attitude and hat collection.

“I’ll go with Price.”

Price’s eyes widened ever so subtly; it seemed like he was taken back you chose him. His face quickly returned back to normal but you still managed to see the change in it.

A few moments later you stood outside in the hallway shoulder to shoulder with price as he wrestled with the dodgy room key.

“Sonofa- got it.”

He said before cracking a little smile and barging the door open.

You stepped inside looking at the (one again bright red) carpet laden with cigarette burns, you shrugged the bags onto the floor before going into the rest of the room and standing beside price who looked to be in deep in thought. You followed his gaze to find it.

One bed.

One bed that looks like it was made of concrete, with white ruffled sheets and 2 sad pillows.

Your stomach sunk, you had read about this in books and seen it in films and now it was happening to you.

You gulped loudly, praying Price didn’t sense your hesitation.

“I’ll sleep on the floor- “

He said sharply, it caught you off guard. What do you do now? Do you object? Do you share the bed? Do you let him stay on the floor?

“No, I know you’re just as tired as me, I don’t care, please.”

You said gesturing to the bed. He turned around and gave you a kind smile before he sat on the end and started removing his boots.

“I’m going to hop in the shower.”

He nodded as you stepped into the backroom locking the door behind you. That shower might have been the most heavenly experience of your life. Washing away weeks build-up of dirt on yourself. The warm water flowed down your back; you could have stayed in there forever. You stepped out wrapping the white towel around yourself as you reached for your bag. You searched through it trying to find something you could comfortably sleep in. Most stuff in there needed a wash as it was covered in dirt or sweat. You cursed under your breathe as you unlocked the bathroom door and peeked your head out.

“Hey Price?”

He was sat on the bed with his arms folded across his chest, intently watching the little crappy tv.

“Mhm?”

He said his gaze finding you, you could have sworn his eyes faltered and fell up and down you. Pushing back down the blush creeping up your cheeks you responded.

“Do you have anything I could sleep in? My stuff is all uh in need of a wash.”

“Oh, um let me look.”

He hopped off the bed and bent over to rummage around in his backpack before throwing you a khaki green shirt.

“That work?”

“Cheers.”

You closed the bathroom door again before changing into the shirt. It hung below your knees like a nightgown. It was so comfy compared to the mountains of gear you had been wearing for the previous week. It smelt like him too, it was comforting.

You walked into the room; Price had changed now. He was wearing a tight-fitting grey shirt and some baggy shorts. You had never seen him this casual, it was weird but you also liked it however you couldn’t deny how good he looked in his gear too but you would never let anyone know you thought this.

You peered over at the clock.

1:23

Price was just beginning to pull back the duvet on the left side of the bed. Would it be awkward if you did the same? God, it felt like watching an awkwardly married couple get into bed. You both climbed into the bed, the space between you was almost amusing, it was clear you were both trying to avoid one another.

“Night F/N.”

He grumbled, shuffling around to get comfy.

“Night!”

You chirped back, your voice slightly breaking in doing so.

The both of you were so tired you fell straight asleep.

You woke up to some movement beside you in the early hours of the morning. Your eyes fluttered trying to gather your surroundings only to find yourself wrapped in someone’s arms. Realizing whose arms, it was you were torn on what to do. You decided to stay still, letting yourself take in the warmth. You lay there comfortably, his breathe tickling the top of your head as you fell asleep trying not to think about the awkward conversation this would lead to next morning.

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patrollingboston · 2 months

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The way Price shoves this person to safety 😭😭

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patrollingboston · 2 months

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Patrollingbostons Masterlist

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Cupid's Chokehold

Dial tone

Stitched up

Language barrier

I don't really dance

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Please don't say you love me

An awkward conversation

Chicken soup

Keeping you close

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Double trouble

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Beach day

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patrollingboston · 2 months

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Hi there! Could you write a fic where Soap comforts/tends for your wounds?

I WOULD DIE

thanks :)

Hope you enjoy!

Stitched Up // Soap x Reader fluff

I had just returned from a particularly rough mission, lesions spread all over my body in various shapes and sizes making every step painful. It was late at night and the base was empty, hallway lights flickered on and off as I trod my way through them to my room. My combat boots were caked in mud, my laces slung over the side causing a trip hazard for myself as if I wasn’t clumsy enough already.

My hand was held to the side of my torso, I received a gash during some hand-to-hand combat with an enemy who managed to get the jump on me. My teammate had dealt with it as best as they could but it would still require a trip to med bay, possibly the worst place in the base. The lights were so bright, the staff were all assholes with no empathy and the food tasted like it was leftovers from World War one. Hopefully it would just need a stitch or two and I could be on my way but they were so uptight I wouldn��t be surprised if they put me in a medically induced coma and gave me 4 weeks to live.

As I got to my room, I slumped my backpack down so relieved at the loss of a weeks’ worth of supplies strapped to my back. I decided to head to med bay straight away to get it over with, knowing me I would procrastinate it until I bled out.

As I was slowly making my way to the medical centre, I heard a couple of voices heading my way. I sighed knowing there was no way I could avoid conversation. As the voices got louder two men rounded the corner, I was pleased to see it was only Soap and Gaz two friends of mine.

“For real they sent him off for a bullshit reason, it was just- “

Their conversation stopped as their gaze ran from my boots up to my face. I removed my hand from my side showcasing the small patch of blood I was sporting to give a half-hearted wave and pathetic smile.

“You alright there F/N? What happened?”

Gaz spoke up, walking carefully towards me his eyes lingering on my torso. Soap following a few steps behind.

“Just got back from the mission from hell, I got to get this stitched.”

I say rubbing my eyes, my skin so dry from the dirt I had yet to wash off.

“Shit, Med Bay is shut for cleaning for the night, something about an inspection. It reopens in the morning. Price has a kit in his office, I could do it for you?”

Soap said his voice laced in concern. I cursed under my breathe, I was so tired I just wanted to take a hot shower and clean myself up and fall asleep for the next few days. Soap stood scanning my face trying to read it for an answer whilst Gaz stood beside him doing the same.

“You sure? I don’t want to interrupt whatever you two are up to.”

“Oh nah, we were just ranting about a footie match we watched earlier. Cmon’ lets get you sorted out.”

“I’ll catch you later Soap, feel better F/N.”

Gaz spoke before jogging down the hall towards the barracks.

Soap placed a gentle hand on my back guiding me towards Prices office.

“Old man never locks his office, don’t tell him I told you that.”

Soap chuckled as he pushed open the creaky door to Captain Prices office. I treaded inside before walking over to the leather sofa placed at the back of the office and slumping down against the worn cushions upon the sofa. Soap was rooting around Captain Price’s desk draws looking for his medical kit.

“Reeks of cigars in here.”

“Don’t know what else you’re expecting.”

He said solely focused on finding the medical kit.

“Ah hah, got it.”

He held it up with one arm shaking it a little, a wide smile spread across his face.

“Roll up your shirt, let’s see the damage.”

I obliged and rolled up the bottom of my shirt revealing my wounded side.

“Ooh tough one, aren’t you? Gonna leave a pretty badass scar F/N.”

He said with squinted eyes as he inspected the wound across my torso.

“I try to be, now stop trying to butter me up and get it over with.”

“Alright alright.”

Soap rolled his eyes before cleaning the gash with a wipe, it stung making me tense up and take a deep breathe.

“Fuck me.”

“Take me to dinner first.”

Now it was my turn to roll my eyes, I have always admired how soap can make the best of situations. Only he could make me stifle a laugh whilst getting stitches in my stomach.

I sat there wincing at every stab of the needle hoping it would be over soon. Soap doing it definitely made me feel more relaxed than some random nurse. I trusted him and quite liked him despite his awful jokes and silly haircut.

“Almost done now lass, you want a sticker or a lollipop after?”

“I know you’re joking but after the week I’ve had, yes please.”

“Between you and me I got a parcel sent yesterday, got bags of sweets in it, fancy a movie at mine?”

I smiled and gently nodded, regardless of my exhaustion and need to be alone I could also use some comfort and right now he sounded like the best source of it.

“There.”

He patted my shoulder gently before rolling my shirt back down, he looked up at my tired, dirty face and gave a sympathetic smile before pushing on my knee to stand up and throwaway the rubbish.

“Good to go?”

“Yep.”

We walked out of prices office ensuring to leave no trace of us sneaking in. We roamed the hallways nattering about nothing and everything on the way back to the barracks.

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Dial Tone // Soap x Reader angst

SPOILERS FOR MODERN WARFARE 3

I dial the new number for Johnny, every week there’s somewhere new to contact him, its hard to keep track.

The dial tone rung through my ears as I waited for his voice to sound at the other end of the phone.

“Hello?”

“John it’s me.”

“You alright love? How are the kids?”

He sounded exhausted; I could tell he was trying his best to hide it but to no avail.

“Yeah, we are all fine, just had some tea.”

I glanced around the room to see our two daughters playing peacefully with their dolls house. I sat on the sofa, my legs curled up and fluffy bottoms on to keep myself warm in the Scottish winter. It was snowing outside; I miss pelting snowballs at him I thought to myself.

“Any word on when you are back?”

I asked biting my lip, I know it wouldn’t be anytime soon. I married John knowing his career meant a lot to him, and I would never do anything to try and talk him out of it however it was increasingly difficult raising a family whilst the only contact you get with him is through a burner phone wherever he’s deployed. I don’t even know what continent he’s in half the time and it’s terrifying.

“Not yet… We are in central London as of right now, hopefully this is the end of it and I can come home for a while, I miss you and the girls.”

A large sigh sounded through the phone. I pinched my brow and glanced at the clock haphazardly placed on the living room wall by John a few years back. A fuzzy feeling grew at the laughable memories of how proud he was for his handywork.

“I really miss you too. The girls keep asking about you. I just tell them you will be home soon. I hope its true.”

I twiddled a lock in my hair anxiously, I hated these phone calls. It was nice to hear his voice and know he was okay, but I didn’t want him through a phone, I just wanted him.

I heard a few shouts in the background of the call before John replied something unintelligible.

“Shit- look F/N I’ve got to go, we have a lead on the guy, something about a train tunnel. I’ll speak to you as soon as I can, give my love to the girls. I love you.”

“Oh okay I love you too Joh-“

I was cut off by the beeping at the end of the phone. I placed it on the arm of the sofa before leaning my head back and closing my eyes listening to the sound of our kids talking happily.

After I put the kids to bed, I wrapped myself up into my thick duvet, Johns side of the bed still painfully empty. I roll over, glancing at the framed photo of the two of us on our wedding day. Our smiles were wide and bright, he held me in his arms as we walked out the church with our friends and family beside us throwing petals.

I smiled reminiscing before closing my eyes to get a good night’s sleep unaware he wouldn’t be coming home again.

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patrollingboston · 2 months

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Hi egghead!

I've been a fan of you since I was 68! Could you please write a fic about Captain Price nursing reader back to health whilst they're ill? I've been DREAMING of the day someone writes this!

Cheers big ears!

Hi egghead? I don’t know what this means haha. Here is the fic, hope you enjoy!

Chicken Soup // Price x Reader fluff

5:30am

You groaned as you rolled over, it was still pitch black outside making it even harder to force yourself up. It was a cold winter november morning and there was a nasty virus floating round base. Unfortunately for you you had caught it but it's not like you could take the day off sick. You had to train all day today as a big mission was coming up that would require everyone in peak condition. Great.

You slumped up in your bed wiping the messy hair out your face. Your nose was completely blocked and your head was throbbing meaning, you had exactly 0 hours of sleep.

After getting ready and taking way too much cold medicine you strapped your boots on and headed out your room towards the first training hall. Your head was throbbing with every step but you didn't want anyone to seem less of you for taking a sick day for a 'simple cold.'

You walked in pushing open the large blue double doors the fluorescent light attacking your senses, your nose red and stuffy, greeted by Ghost, Gaz, Soap and Price stood round in a circle.

"Y/n get over here."

Price beckoned towards you. You placed your water bottle down before jogging over trying not to wince at the pain your headache was causing you. A few scattered Hi's and Hello's from the rest of the team as you joined the circle.

"Quite simple stuff today, lift the jerrycans and do 5 laps one in each hand. Working on endurance.”

Okay, easy enough, you can manage that surely.

You and the rest of the team walked towards the cans, the team picked them up with ease and began to jog round the sports hall. You bent down to pick up a can and groaned, your body was achy all over yet you pushed through and began your first lap.

"(L/N)”

Your head snapped towards price. He was stood with his arms folded, you could hardly see his eyes due to his boonie hat always hanging low over them, stupid hat.

"Captain?"

You gently placed the jerrycan down, your arms visibly shaking despite your efforts to make them stop.

"Your forms off what's going on?"

He glanced down his eyes peeking from his hat.

"I'm just not feeling the best, I think I have that cold going round it's no biggie really-"

As if on cue you felt a cough tickle in your throat. You began to violently cough stood in front of Price whilst he just stared at you like you were crazy. You felt a little self conscious, the rest of the team began to slow their laps to look at you out of concern.

"Go back to the Barracks go on, I'll check in later."

Price sighed, picking up your jerrycans and pointing towards the exit. He seemed disappointed, it made your stomach flip a little, already nauseous from being ill.

"No really I don't want to miss out on training Cap."

"No offense Sunshine but you look like hell, get going."

You simply nodded and walked out towards your barracks.

A few hours later, you layed rotting in bed watching some random movie you'd found on tv. You were just dozing off as you heard a knock at the door and you jumped awake.

As you stood up to answer the knock, Captain Price gently pushed your door open, poking his head inside. He wasn't wearing his boonie now but a dark beanie in its place.

"Hey, you okay? I'm just checking in."

"A little rough but yeah, I'm going to get some food in a bit."

He stepped inside revealing a tupperware in his hand. His body language was almost anxious.

"No need. You like chicken soup?"

"I do? is that what's in there?"

He lets out a small chuckle and fully enters your room closing the door behind him. You were slightly embarrassed at the state of your room, your duvet was crumpled from laying in it all day and there was various pieces of rubbish laying around your room from being too lazy to tidy up. You noticed his gaze linger on the framed photos of you with your friends and family.

“Sorry about the mess.”

“Ah please, I’ve shared a room with Gaz it cannot be worse than that.”

He handed you the pot, it was warm and it smelt amazing even through a blocked nose. You could tell a lot of care had been put into making it and it made your heart feel warm.

"It's a family recipe, supposedly cures all."

You smile, you had never seen this side of Price. Usually he was stern and quite cold, you had had the odd chat but nothing too personal. You liked this side of him.

"Getting soft on us Captain?"

"Psh, don't get used to it."

The crow lines on his face accentuated as his smile rose on his face.

You both took a seat at your desk and began to chat, eating the homemade soup together and he was right, you got better in no time.

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