something something reader is a bartender at a popular little pub, and night after night you are hit on by men so plastered you often have to sigh and call over one of the guys you work with the idiots end up vomiting all over themselves (sometimes itโs worse than vomit but thankfully you can count those incidents on one hand)
you think by slipping on your grandmothers old wedding ring, it will sway men from hitting on you at work. And it does, thereโs still some that try to test their luck, but the minute you flash that pearl on your finger theyโre scurrying off to find their next target.
Cue four new regulars, four attractive military men that always flash you a polite smile and leave you a nice tip. Price comes in more than the others, claiming the stool near your register for himself, Ghost doing the same the rare nights he slinks into the pub. Soap and Gaz come in together some weekends, sitting themselves in front of you with big grins on their faces as they watch the game on the tv overhead.
Theyโre all sweet, a little cocky at times but nothing that one of their grins or sly remarks canโt make up for. They ask how their favorite girl is doing when they return from longer missions, genuinely listening as you fill them in on the things that have happened since theyโve been away.
Until one night you forget your ring, having had to rush your shower and sprint out the door to make it to the pub before the nightly rush.
You filling glasses when you hear the chime of the bell and a familiar laugh fill the pub.
โWas wondering if Iโd see you boys tonight.โ You smile, motioning for them to give you a moment as you serve the other patrons.
When you slide back over to them, you immediately reach for their usual glasses, grabbing your cloth to wipe them off, when a hand clamps around your wrist and you jump, nearly dropping the glass as Ghost turns your hand over in his.
โTrouble at home pretty?โ Price comments, concern etched on his face and it takes a moment for you to catch on, and you canโt help the little giggle that spills out.
โOh! My ringโฆ Itโs kind of a funny story. I uhm.. Iโm not actually married.โ You laugh, expecting them to laugh along with you, but all you feel are four pairs of eyes piercing into you.
โCome again?โ Gaz asks, voice a tad deeper than usual and you ignore the chills it sends down your spine.
โI started wearing it so some of the drunkards would leave me be, kind of forgot about it, just became habit.โ You chuckle nervously, hand still in Ghostโs grasp and heโs eyeing you in a way youโve never seen before.
