Woodcock!reader (aka the meep 🤷♀️ bird)
The urn weighed heavy in Price's hands, his physical strength no match for the mental significance of what he was currently holding. His sergeant. The same sergeant he had failed to protect.
How they all missed him and grieved every day since he was killed.
He felt Simon's hand on his shoulder and Kyle's gently covering his. "We have to let him go," the sergeant had said, his voice strained as if he didn't want to say it at all. "It's what he'd want."
The three men slowly turned their gazes down and to the left where a bird (you.) sat.
You made the noise again, your little shoulders or wings or whatever the fuck you had doing a little shrug.
"What the fuck." Simon bluntly said, more of a statement than a question. You, in return, looked him dead in the eyes and--
"Alright," Price cut in, holding out the urn and preparing to spread the ashes. He took a breath before he tried to continue. "Johnny, we-"
"I'm gonna shoot this fucking bird," Kyle muttered, dragging a hand down his face as he suppressed a smile. He was exasperated, sure, but he also seemed two seconds away from bursting out with laughter.
"Do it," Simon agreed with a nod, though he too was sporting a rare smile. Maybe this was Johnny telling them to not take his death too harshly. Maybe this was Johnny saying that he was still watching over them.
(They don't have to know that you're just a normal bird that decided to crash the funeral)
Well, Simon could only hope.
Price inhaled, a chuckle making its way out of him before he began to speak again. "We love you, Johnny--" Meep. "--and we'll make you proud, Sergeant." Price, with the help of Kyle and Simon, poured the ashes off of the cliff and watched the particles filter and fly away into the breeze.
They all shared a happy little moment, watching the sunset with an air of levity despite the grief. It was perfect, even without Johnny.
You quickly made yourself known again, and their eyes all turned to look at you. Kyle, without warning, leaned down and snatched you and straight-up just chucked you off the cliff.
You meeped in protest before finally gaining your balance and flying away.
Price and Simon turned to look at Kyle. "Damn," Simon said calmly, as if he didn't just watch Kyle chuck a bird. Price just chuckled gruffly, shaking his head.
The three began to make their way back to the jeep they arrived in, Price hopping in the driver's seat while Simon took shotgun and Kyle in the back. The drive was silent, before--
You were sitting almost smugly on the seat next to Kyle.
