TF 141 & their favourite photographs from your wedding day 🤍
Kyle Garrick
🌷 small and intimate. the ceremony took place on a secluded beach, located on the same Mediterranean island where you both had your first vacation together a few years prior. both of your closest family and friends witnessed as you read your vows whilst the sun slowly dipped behind you, the photographer capturing this perfect shot - making it Kyle’s favourite and the one that’s framed on his nightstand.
John Price
🌷 easy going and private. the ceremony took place in your local town hall. he swore it was the quickest a wedding had been planned, ever, but with the unpredictable nature of his work, you both knew if it was going to happen - it needed to happen quickly. then, almost three weeks after he proposed, and a fortunate cancellation, you both officially became ‘The Price’s’ in front of your four chosen witnesses. and even though you both decided against a professional photographer, one of your friends snapped this shot, and it immediately became John’s favourite. a couple of days later, a smaller version was printed out and slotted in his wallet, where he intends to keep it for the rest of his days.
Simon Riley
🌷 a spontaneous elopement. never in a million years did Simon think he would ever marry, not even with how much he loved and adored you, he felt like he couldn’t bare to ask you to be tied to him. however, en route to a quiet weekend getaway somewhere in the hills, he lost himself in the peace a little too much, and he sprung the words on you in the middle of the drive. let’s get married. the next day, and a few phone calls later, you had a white dress on and he had on a suit, both from a vintage store. you became husband and wife in front of the lakefront lodge you were staying in. little did he know he accidentally agreed to a package which included a photographer, meaning you ended up getting a pile of photos posted to you a few weeks after. and even though he pretended not to care much about the images, he sneakily nabbed this one out the pile and it somehow ended up in his sock drawer. however, without fail, each time he goes in there, he takes a moment to admire it, and you.
Johnny MacTavish
🌷 traditional and intimate. the ceremony took place in a small chapel within the Scottish Highlands after being engaged for a good couple of years. you knew that Johnny had always wanted to marry in the same place where his parents did, and when the news reached him that they were tearing the place down, you made the jump and became Mr and Mrs MacTavish in front of a handful of your family and friends. the photographer captured an array of shots throughout your day, but this one in particular stood out to Johnny, as it was where his parents once stood as they announced their love for each other, all the same as you. and even though his parents never had the chance to meet you, he just knew they were right there alongside you both. so, now when you walk into your shared home, you’ll find the same image framed, right next to the one of young Johnny and his parents.
imagine if word gets around that Crook is getting too friendly with the 141, the men have taken it upon themselves to make sure your reputation doesn't get affected
when in reality they just fuck it up themselves. Tremendously.
Warning: Brief mentions of blood, jeopardizing rumors, angst with no comfort, very very very very much incorrect writing of how kitchens work on bases
ALSO: if you don't like how I format this series bro, just go away, you don't have to tell me lmao.
Dividers by: @cafekitsune
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✦ So like just imagine that unbeknownst to you, something's changed within the base. Of course, you wouldn't see it right away, you're in the kitchen every hour of the day.
✦ But little things start to catch your eye.
✦ The way a group of new soldiers tend to watch you when you interact with Gaz. The scoff that escapes one of the rookies after you assure Ghost there are still rolls they are just not ready. The sigh escapes another soldier right when Soap tries to make conversation.
✦ You don't mention anything about it. Mostly because what are you gonna do about it?
✦ You're the one making their food after all.
✦ But then the week's chore schedules come out. And you're irritated as fuck.
✦ Because why the hell is Sevan and Jason being pulled out of their shifts?
✦ You need Sevan for the lunch rush. And you need Jason desperately for the breakfast rush too. On top of that, Lottie isn't even in the kitchen with you for some fucking reason. She's not even a soldier.
✦ The only ones that stay put are Marco and Paul, who are just employees.
✦ So naturally you take it to Ms. Copper.
✦ "Hey so is there something wrong with the schedule? My crew isn't where I need them to be."
✦ Ms. Copper raises her brow, tilting her head in confusion.
✦ "There shouldn't be a change, Crook. Let me take a look."
✦ So she sees the same thing you do and with her own authority just simply changes it back! Easy.
✦ Until You notice Price’s heated gaze on Jason as he laughs about something Paul said to him out the window and switches the trays of food the next morning.
✦ Until you see Simon silently staring across the way to Sevan helping the dishwashers, collecting dirty plates and utensils.
✦ Dinner was fine until you were getting ready for clean up and Price came marching in. "And just where the bloody hell were you two muppets this morning."
✦ You were shocked at his volume, his pointed glare, even his tense posture. He looked like a Captain alright.
✦ "What's happenin' here?"
✦ Price’s arms are crossed, as his glare gets transferred to you. "These two were here playing kitchenmaid when they were meant to be at training."
✦ "Yeah I know, I had the schedule switched when it came out. I thought you got the update." You respond, looking back at Jason and Sevan as they joined just to catch Marco before the trio left for the night. “Both of you weren't working the dinner shift so-”
✦ “We were at training,” Jason explains. “We just weren’t meant to be with the morning team.”
✦ Sevan only nods, but the two look almost fearful. You can imagine what their punishment is for skipping training of all things.
✦ Price looks deep in thought before he blinks and waves his hand off. “Carry on then.” Is all he states before he turns to leave.
✦ You hear the two soldiers sigh in relief when he leaves but dammit. What was the point of all that?
✦ When your crew finishes with clean up, and you’ve removed your uniform into your civilian clothes, you head out to find Price.
✦ Passing other soldiers you miss their small glances, the small whispers behind your back. How could you focus on them? After all you had one thing on your mind and besides, you figured the soldiers liked you at least. No way they would turn around and talk about you like that right?
✦ A gruff ‘come in’ brings you to poke your head through the now-opened door. You see Price sitting down with Ghost looking over his shoulder at his computer. What it could be you have no clue.
✦ But you don’t think you want to ask after Ghost pats him quickly on the arm and watches as Price quickly clicks to something else. It has you pause for a moment, quickly bringing a nervous smile to your face. “Bad time?”
✦ “No, Love,” Price coughs, waving his hand in front of his face. “No not at all. What’s the matter? Someone giving you trouble?”
✦ You scoff, crossing your arms over your chest after you close the door behind you. “Sure something like that.”
✦ Ghost’s fist clenched for a moment, almost missed entirely by you if you didn’t notice how they flexed back open. Your eyes meet Price’s and you're taken aback by the look of anger that flashes through them before they soften on you.
✦ “Who?” He huffs through his chapped lips. “We’ll take care of it, don’t you worry-”
✦ “John-” You hold your hand up, pausing his rant. Your feet carry you across the room right in front of his desk. “I’m talking about your attitude earlier.”
✦ The two men blink, heads turning to look at each other before returning their sights to you. “Say again?”
✦ You shake your head, bewildered. “You cannot be serious.”
✦ Your hands glide over your forehead, a small laugh escaping you. “You went completely mad in the mess hall earlier! Nearly had those soldiers pissing themselves in fear!”
✦ Simon snorts, his hands brushing against each other before they cross over his chest. His posture relaxes, but his cockiness is still standing tall. “We were told the schedule was solidified-”
✦ “And by who?” You rest your hands on your hips. “Who gives you the right to schedule out my crew?”
✦ “Some of your crew are our men.” Price scoffs. “I need them in training. They enlisted and now they’re here, they’re not your little minions to-”
✦ “I never said they were!” You scoff, smiling in astonishment. “Besides, I’m well aware they’re your soldiers. I only see them every morning and evening, and sometimes on Thursdays I’ll see them all day long.”
✦ Your crew has been the same for the past two years, and the five of you began this sort of arrangement you have a year into the job. Nothing changed when things started, so why must things be changed now?
✦ Especially since they knew how bad it could get in the kitchen to have randoms in the mix, the boys get switched out, but they’re there for the majority of prep.
✦ Jason is skilled with a knife and translates well with cutting vegetables and meats. He’s also very handy with the communication. Most might think it’s you calling the next items but no. That’s all him.
✦ Sevan knows sanitation like the back of his hand. He keeps the kitchen in order while tidying up and dammit does he send food out like a machine.
✦ “Well we needed them this morning-”
✦ “Okay, and that could’ve been communicated, John.”
✦ “What happens when they’re deployed elsewhere then?” He snaps.
✦ Honestly, the hostility you’re being shown shocks you. Not once has he ever shown this kind of side of him. It seems to have Ghost on edge as well because he keeps glancing in between the both of you.
✦ “Then we get it scheduled to ourselves. Me, Lottie, Paul and Marco! We pick up the slack.” You scoff. “You act like this had never happened before. When your soldiers are deployed I get a load off of me, they aren’t needed-”
✦ “Then learn to do it starting today.” Price knocks on the table, beginning to walk his way towards you. “We aren’t your bloody employees, Crook-”
✦ “Don’t.” You snap back, a finger pointed right on his chest as you stride forward, right in front of him. “I never once treated you like an employee. Nor any of the others. John, you know how stressful the kitchen gets when random people are-”
✦ Again, the captain cuts you off. “This is the last time I’m discussing this. The schedule’s been changed. This is for your good.”
✦ With that he, with some nerve, leads you out of his office with a slam of the door behind you.
✦ You honestly almost want to scream.
✦ That same night you see the change in the schedule, making you almost yank your hair out. It just about has you turning right back around to Copper’s office. But what the hell did Price mean by ‘for your own good?’
✦ The next morning there are two randoms in your kitchen
✦ You don’t get the chance to memorize their names because when lunch rolls around they’re switched.
✦ Yes, each chow hour there is a new pair in your fucking kitchen.
✦ The first two got along just fine with others, you had them on prep for the majority of it. They at least knew to shout something when they were passing their finished product.
✦ The lunch pair was a little worse for wear, you had to throw out a good tray of potatoes because one spilled the pasta salad in the mixer.
✦ Dinner was rough.
✦Not enough prep was done for the meat and bad cuts were being cooked. Most of it was charred. Lottie got hit above the head when she was crouched, with a metal tray of chopped celery because one of the rando’s didn’t shout ‘behind.’
✦ Then clean up. They half-assed everything.
✦ There was still residue on the silverware, the floors weren’t mopped, and there was a whole tub of dishes left to the side.
✦ It was Soap to find you later in the night, furiously wiping a warm soapy rag all around a plate that had crusts of the spaghetti sauce from earlier.
✦ “Crook?”
✦ ”What?”
✦ ”er…ye still joining us fer-”
✦ “No. Tell John I said he can fuck right off too.”
✦ Ouch.
✦ So naturally, he does. Cause he’s Soap fucking MacTavish and he and Gaz are way out of the fucking loop here.
✦ When they get to the bar, without you much to Price’s disappointment, Soap shares the message.
✦ “I didn’t wanna ask, after all, she’s skilled with a knife, gentlemen.” Gaz snickers into his beer before taking a swig. “But what the fuck was going on? I’m sure I heard Crook invent like five new curses in a record time.”
✦ ”Yeah, Price. Do tell. Tell ‘em what you did.”
✦ The lieutenant is met with a cold stare from his commanding officer, which he returns with his own steely eyes.
✦ “I pulled the pair of soldiers we had with her.”
✦ “And for what reason?”
✦ The Captain is quiet for only a moment before he leans in. “Heard some of the rookies making comments bout Crook.”
✦ “So why not have us deal with it? They should know better-”
✦ “Because they weren’t just talking about er. They were talkin’ bout you two.”
✦ The sergeants blink in confusion.
✦ “So a bit of gossip then? So what? ‘S not like we-”
✦ “So.” the lieutenant chimes in. “That means her job is in jeopardy.”
✦ The whole table is silent. Not a word gets uttered from either of them. Just the ol’ jukebox that sounds just about ready to die in the back of the bar and few of the customers that surround them.
✦ You’re not a soldier. No. But you are a civilian who works with military officials. There is a code of conduct everyone should follow.
✦ And you do. To your own knowledge, you do.
✦ “What’d they say?”
✦ Price leans back, his hand sliding upon the polished wood of the table. “Tha’ you and the pair of kitchen hands were passin’ her around like some barracks bunny…”
✦ Soap eyes widen, offended on your own behalf.
✦ “That’s fuckin’ ridiculous-”
✦ “Aye- where the fuck did they come up with-”
✦ “It doesn’t matter. That’s why I pulled the two soldiers. They’re thinkin’ they’re involved too.”
✦ With that in mind, the sergeants do little to interact with you in the daytime.
✦ You almost feel hurt if it wasn’t for the stress the kitchen was piling up on.
✦ The breakfast pair was a new pair of faces, rookies, that would not stop fucking yapping.
✦ You thought you found a small life hack, where putting the new guys on the prep would take a load off you.
✦ But no.
✦ They talk and talk and talk.
✦ It’d be different if they talk and work but fucking hell dude. They just stand and talk. No chopping or peeling or anything.
✦ You had to get on their ass for the fourth time that hour before the timer for Lunch cooking started.
✦ “You guys are excused. But for the love of God just do something right and clean up your station-”
✦ “Sorry ms. Cook, we don’t take orders from you”
✦ “Yeah you excused us. Maybe the sergeants can teach you a thing or two about ordering around.”
✦ Marco whirled around, brows furrowed. “The fuck you say-?”
✦ “Alright!” You shout. “No dicking around in my fucking kitchen. You two- OUT!”
✦ The pair left with a scoff, both cackling as they tossed their aprons on the hooks.
✦ “Fucking Christ, Crook. I didn’t think the rumors were actually like a thing.” Marco sighs out.
✦ “What rumors?”
✦ So Marco, the loverly gossip sponge, spills how after that little snapping match you had with Price, Sevan, and Jason told him how new rookies were talking smack about you.
✦ “Not just the rookies, either. Some of the seasoned guys here too. Guess they’re startin’ to believe it. I’m sorry, Crook I thought you knew.”
✦ You turn to meet eyes with Lottie, who looks just as confused as you are before she gasps in horror. “Oh my God, that kiss-”
✦ The two people that walked out of the base when you and Soap were outside- you really didn’t think anything of it.
✦ “Ugh, and Jason must’ve opened his trap about the mouse thing with Garrick-”
✦ “We have mice?”
✦ “No!” you and Lottie shout as Paul barely walks in from the freezer with the next main course.
✦ “Hey now, Jason can keep a secret- hell I didn’t even know bout any of that.” Marco tries to defend. “Besides, that still doesn’t explain why they got moved out of the kitchen.”
✦ “Unless the Sergeant did it to keep their mouths shut.” Paul muses, sharpening the set of knives being used to chop the next few pieces of vegetables.
✦ “Kyle is not like that. This is all a big misunderstanding.”
✦ You just know Price is not going to budge, so you go to Ghost of all people to help you out.
✦ You think you have a tight enough bond with him to provide you with a little bit of help. Or maybe just to be in your corner.
✦ But no matter how many times you go to Simon for some kind of answer, you’re met with resistance.
✦ “How about for morning prep?” “No”
✦ “For lunch cleaning?” “No time.”
✦ “Can they at least help me cooking-”
✦ Simon snapped at that one. “Crook, we said no. Do I need to fucking spell the word for you? Deal with the change or fuck right o-”
✦ He almost looked shocked at his words. Like he didn’t really have control of his mouth for a moment.
✦ You didn’t cry, your lip didn’t wobble. But my my, did you look so defeated.
✦ “I just need help, Si…” You sigh. “You know how you train your men for the field? I trained those two on my own. And you won’t even tell me why you took them back like that.”
✦ After that there was more tension in the kitchen. You’d stray away from the four, which they suppose helped the rumors die down. But damn. You wouldn’t even call their names anymore.
✦ Then the breaking point.
✦ You should’ve really thought better than to supply these idiots with sharp kitchen knives. They aren’t like their hunting knives where they can practice they’re stabbing-
✦ No these things are meant to cut meat.
✦ So when you heard Marco scream from the kitchen while you were checking in on the serving crew, you felt your heart sink.
✦ You race in, ignoring the commotion behind you of soldiers standing up to see if what ever happened was in their view.
✦ They do see you come back out with blood on your left hand as you shout ‘Medic!’
✦ From what you gathered from the apologizing rookie, is that Marco turned around the corner from a station (that wasn’t his) and the rookie was coming back from the sharpening shelves on the wall.
✦ The blade was pointed forward and Marco ran right into it.
✦ There was so much blood on Paul’s hand from where he tried to stop the bleeding. The knife was removed when he fell to his knees.
✦ You didn’t know what to do. You didn’t know who to talk to.
✦ And when Captain John Price makes his way towards you, worry in his eye,
✦ You can’t help but glare and hug yourself in hopes he doesn’t reach out to hug you. You’re too angry.
✦ He knows.
✦ “Crook…”
✦ “I told you.” You mutter. “They said they punctured something in him. He needed a blood transfusion. That might be light work for you soldiers or rookies but we aren’t soldiers. At least not anymore.”
✦ You stand from your seat, walking towards him. “If there’s a problem with silly rumors, Captain. Let me deal with it. Those people are like my family. And Sevan and Jason? Would have never done something like this.”
✦ Your eye never leaves him. Unblinking. “Either put them back or end this arrangement. I’m not having people get hurt because you think I can’t handle HR or stupid fucking rumors.”
✦ With that you walk away from him.
✦ And he wonders for a moment if you walked away from them completely...
heh, I needed a reason to write Price and Simon's solo fics.
Thanks for reading! Please comment and reblog I'd appreciate it!
Warning: swearing, suggestive? not rly but I'm putting it there in case, f!reader
There's weird spacing here n there but that's cause my shit hit the character limit.
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Cook!reader Masterlist
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First of all, you prided yourself on your baking skills.
It’s one of the first things you master.
Only because your grandpa loved seeing your flour-covered face with your chubby widdle cheeks
(Plus he wouldn’t let you near hot oil till you were like 13)
So it was safe to say, you never faltered with sweets.
So when the boys ask for sweets for anything, birthdays, gifts, holidays, you’re more than happy to oblige.
The only downside is you have to wait until you get home to do so.
And it sometimes takes over your sleep schedule.
But we’re not gonna tell anyone that.
However, when you walk up to Soap with a little pretty baggie of brownies, you're taken aback at his puppy dog eyes.
“Soap?”
He pouts up at you from his seat in the rec room and looks away as he extends the brownies back to you.
“I cannae have these for a long time, crook.”
You look around, spotting Gaz longingly gazing into his teammate's hands.
You slowly take the goodies away from Soap, before turning to Gaz.
“Do you want it?”
“Fuck yes I do-“ you step forward before he continues “-but I can’t either.”
You scoff, placing your free hand on your hip.
“Wow! Are my treats not good for either of you anymore?”
“No!” They both shout.
Then out comes the truth.
Price and Ghost made a bet with their sergeants.
It all started at training, Soap and Ghost were debating which one of your sweets was better when Price made a comment.
“You lot couldn’t survive a single interrogation if she was there presenting her baked goods on a silver platter.”
“Yer sayin' you could, Captain?”
“Most certainly. Gaz more so.”
“Gaz?”
“He’s the only one of all of us that could.”
“How about a wager then?”
The deal was, that whoever could last ten days without any of your treats, could get their paperwork taken over for the remainder of the week.
When they explained all this to you, you couldn't help the sly smile on your face.
"So...no treats for you four then?"
"That's right, dove."
"Like none whatsoever."
"Aye, that's...that's right..."
"...Ok!"
And with that, you turn on your heel and walk out of the door.
The first two days are fine for the four. Every now and then they notice that the pancakes or donuts look fluffy, colorful, and delectable. But they stay strong for the most part.
That is until they notice some of the rookies holding a familiar baggy with a pastel ribbon on the top.
Price did a double take heading to his office, and seeing Jason heading to his daily duties.
In one hand he held a small stack of cookies, the other, a duplicate bag.
"Morning sir!" He smiled, politely.
It's when they pass each other the sentence reaches his voice. "Oh, you better make your way to the mess hall! Crook made a big ol' batch just for the soldiers!"
He makes his way there, seeing different soldiers pass him with the same goodie bags before he pokes his head through the door.
He sees you replaced the table that normally holds the soups with a treat table.
Upon closer inspection, there was anything ranging from cupcakes to cake pops, to muffins, to teeny little donut holes.
"Hi, Price!"
He turned to see your innocent smile beaming up at him.
"Crook! Uhm...What's all this for?"
"Oh just got carried away is all. I was up all night baking. But Soap and Gaz said you didn't want them eating my treats."
You over-exaggerate a pout as you interlock your fingers together and sulk away.
"Wait I-..." Price watches as you cheekily grin at him, walking further away until you make your way into the kitchen.
'Oh, those muppets-'
The next meeting, they met with Price's unimpressed glare.
"Which one of you blabbered about the wager to (Y/n)?"
The two sergeants pause before pointing at each other.
Needless to say, they were bracing themselves for whatever you had planned.
Ghost had a run-in with you in his office. You were in your civi clothes, not dressed yet for kitchen work. It's like 6 am.
"Crook." He greets. It's comical really, cause he's standing opposite from you, stoic like it's an interrogation.
"Simon."
You see his shoulders deflate on him. It's like his name coming from your soft lips is a tranquilizer for this man.
"I've come bearing gifts." You grin.
His eyes cast down right next to your bum, where you sit on his desk along with a small plate with one singular muffin.
"Sorry, Crook. On a diet this week-"
"Oh yes!" You cackle. "I've heard of this diet you four are working out together."
You hop off of his desk, walking up to the lieutenant with your hands behind your back.
Ghost is basically bracing himself.
"What is this. Trying to get me to lose?"
"Me?! No no, heavens no."
You reach up, lightly tugging on his sleeve to come closer to you. "I want in on this waver."
Now Ghost was more confused than before.
"I don't care about a prize, I care about watching you guys suck as a discipline."
"Excuse me-?"
"Four highly trained expert operatives, the great 141, the best of the best, can't handle not having sweets?"
"We're just fine not having shit love." He hisses, offended. It's adorable. "We could be out there in the field for months without decent food. It's what we're trained for."
You blink at him for a moment. Then you walk over to your plate pick it up and glance at him. "I guess I'll just have to up my game then, Ghostie."
With a giggle and wink, you take a bite of your muffin before walking out of his office.
Wsg!!! It's me once more! Istg I cannot with how your work warms my heart<33 I was eating some sweets and just had a though about young reader with the 141 and they are a huge troublemaker when they get sugar rush so price being the good father figure he is, locks all the sweets in a cabinet too high for reader to reach. (They try to get the sweets but end up twisting their ankle) You don't have to do this if you don't want too! :> And remember to take care of yourself and Yr health!! :) Byee!!<333
Sweet Tooth
hiiii!! I'm so sorry I don't know why I straight up forgot I had a request and I apologize for not getting back to this soon enough. Also, it's hilarious you said to take care of my health and such- cause I just twisted my ankle bad today ahahaaaaa.
Its like if I don't see that notif thing it's out of sight out of mind.
Please forgive me, as an apology I wrote this!! I hope you enjoy!
141 x reader - price x reader (PLATONIC)
Warning: swearing, minor injury, f!reader
dividers by: @cafekitsune
Sweets were a delicacy you couldn't ever resist. Try as you might.
Your parents always warned you to not ruin your dinner and not once did you ever consider what they meant by that. Especially since you would just listen and stop eating them. And then as you got older, you just started doing your own thing and dealing with your own consequences.
Over time, you found a good way to control your cravings for sweet treats.
But you were craving something with chocolate. Something with sweet, sweet caramel. Something with sugar.
Yet here you stand in the rec room, watching as Soap and Ghost play a game of poker, and the basket full of treats remains missing on the center of the coffee table in front of Gaz.
"Where's all the candy I won?" You whine. Your arms rest on your hips as you blink up at each individual. All who were paying no mind to you. "Soap?"
"Wasnae me, hen." The sergeant sighs. He throws down a set of cards as Ghost cackles with victory. The masked man's arms reach over just to drag the chips towards himself. "I want a fuckin' rematch."
Ghost snorts in response, popping his knuckles. "If you want one so badly then we go all in. None of that bloody bull shit you did earlier."
Ignoring their bickering you turned to Gaz for an answer. He always found you endearing, surly he wouldn't torture you like this. But when he won't look you in the eyes for a full minute you start to feel your heart clench. "Did you eat my candy, Garrick?!"
"Nope." He pops the 'p' with a grin. "But you know who took it?"
Oh, this fucking guy.
"Who?"
Gaz stands, pocketing his phone as he takes a nice, long stretch. Groaning with the strain as you tap your foot on the floor, waiting for a fucking answer. Instead, he just continues to grin at you. Waiting for you to just know who the hell could have taken your sweets-
and then it hits you. 'Oh no...'
With a small gasp, you quickly turn and head out of the door.
...
Getting into Price's office without knocking was a risky thing to do.
Simply because you'd never know if someone important was in there. But this is an emergency dammit. You left a whole BASKET in that room. So he's just gonna fucking TAKE it?!
No!
You won that basket fair and square, and you will be eating your sweet treats. Yeah. That's what you plan on telling him.
So here you go, swinging open Price's door, ready to give him a piece of your mind. Only to be met with a sly grin at the very desk the boss sits in.
"Was wonderin' when you'd break." He chuckles, reaching down to pick something up and places it on his desk right in front of you. It's your basket.
"Why?" You press. "You don't even like sweets." You march over, arms crossing once you're right at the edge of his desk. The tiny little pinch of the cigar he was smoking long been put out is where your eyes land before spotting a wrapper next to it.
An empty wrapper.
"You ate one!"
Price lets out a scoff. "Scuse me. Figured if it was in the rec room it was for everyone."
He wasn't wrong. Everything was free game in that room. You and Johnny learned the hard way when some cookies you brought were eaten before you got to have any, and someone ate all of his crisps. You both figured it was Ghost. Son of a bitch has a void for a stomach.
Course it was more than just a basket of sweets, it was the fact that you had won that snack basket in a game of poker with Ghost. It was the only way to get you to play. He didn't even expect you to win.
But you did.
Except, you didn't get to eat one before being called elsewhere.
You also can't blame the Captain for hiding these from you. Especially since the last time you were on a sugar rush, well...you did some damage.
And then the crash the next morning? Oh my God, you were so late to training. Price had you running laps for hours.
"That's beside the point dammit." You respond, "these were my winnings and I'm entitled to my own winnings."
John shakes his head as he wags his finger at you. All while picking up the basket of goodies. "No, I think you are entitled to your first day of punishment." He sighs. "You've been late to not one, not two, but three exercises because you don't know how to control your eating habits."
"Are you calling me fat?"
In hindsight, this was low even for you. You know damn well you deserve this punishment. Missing exercises, let alone being LATE to them, is unacceptable in any standards in the 141. Timing is everything to you guys. So for you to be picking up this habit, well...it was serious.
The comment leaves him speechless. His eyebrows practically raise to his hair line as his mouth hangs open. Eventually his shock breaks and he clears his throat to speak.
"Not even going to entertain that." Your captain sighs as he passes right by you. "You know I meant your sugar intake. These are getting locked up. You hear me?" Your jaw drops in shock right before he continues. "It will be unlocked when you survive three whole days without an ounce of these sweets. Am I clear?"
"What am I? Fucking five?"
"I asked you a question," He states your name in a gravely dark tone. "Am I clear?"
His eyes hold your gaze for what feels like forever. A few more seconds pass before you deflate, succumbing to his new rules. "Crystal."
...
The days pass excrutiantingly long. It was like hell. For you at least.
Ideas of where the basket was going to be stashed went through your head so many times you kept getting distracted. It also didn't help that you were low on so much energy. You just couldn't describe it.
That didn't mean you were excused from repremands and scolding from Price.
"Get it moving!"
"You can do so much better than that."
"Don't tell me you passed selection with that pace. Move your arse!"
Ugh.
You ran so many laps you felt like vomiting.
Successfully, you managed to avoid Price for most of the night. Even if Gaz was trying to warn you he was hunting for you. For what reason you have no clue.
You already got good rest in the two nights prior. And you were tired again. But your cravings never went away. Your need for something sweet possessed you like a rabid animal.
Before you knew it, you were swinging your legs off your bed and hurrying over to the door. With a peek outside you noticed only pure darkness and no other souls outside. Nothing and no one would be awake at this hour. You were sure.
So you went down to the one spot you figured the basket would be.
The kitchen.
You knew the base had two kitchens. One for the base's cooks and another connected to the rec room for small things. Electric kettle for tea, microwave for leftovers brought for lunches for those who lived off base, and a fridge for storing anything that should be or wanted to be cold.
Ghost's tea was always in cabinet one, along with Gaz's homemade energy bars. Soap stores bags of crisps in the smaller cabinets with other snacks you divulge in once in a while.
But there is one cabinet that always had a key lock. You were always able to open it, but it didn't hold anything other than some paper and plastic utensils. So when you walked in, and saw those paper plates on top of the counter you knew you knew exactly where this shit was.
You look around, seeing a chair in the corner and bringing it over to the counter. The locked cabinet was on the top, and it wasn't so much that you were short to reach it, it's that you needed to level yourself in order to pick this stupid lock.
With a pin, one you snatched from a friend in the bunkers, you make work of the lock. You stood on your tip toes on the sturdy chair, your tongue beginning to stick out between your teeth in focus.
It's a bit humorous, the way you're so focused on this nonlethal mission you've gotten yourself in. When only months before you were locked in a room with Price trying to pick a similar lock to get into a filing cabinet before the two of you were spotted.
You weren't supposed to be there with someone, but when things went South you were thankful to have Price there to have your back.
He was always in your corner. If someone had an issue with you he wouldn't stand for it. If you were struggling with a mission he was the one talking you through to safety. He invited you to this team when you had nothing.
So you never took it personally when he did stuff like this. After all, this wasn't the first time this had happened.
You sigh in frustration. There was no light and you didn't want to stop and turn it on in fear that you were already making too much noise. The night would surely give you away.
You bring your phone out to use the flashlight, trying to hold it right between your collarbone and chin. But this left an awkward view as you no longer had your full sight. So without thinking, you put your foot up on the stack of paper plates.
Unfortunately, as soon as you hear the lock open once you push your foot down to pick yourself up a tiny bit more, you feel the stack fall from under your foot.
You gasp, your foot twisting almost ninety degrees, and brace yourself for a fall.
But it doesn't come.
You open your eyes to see light flooding the room and feel a set of arms around your frame.
A hand cradles your head as an angry sigh leaves your savior.
"I should have known you'd try this."
You gulp, hearing Price's tired voice scold you as he lays you down. You hiss in pain as your ankle begins to sting and look up at you Captain. "Sorry, sir."
"Sorry?" He laughs. "For what? Being up this late in the fucking night? Or doing something so reckless?" He kneels before you, flicking you in the head. "You could have cracked your head wide open. No one would know until morning. Just what is the matter with you?!"
You don't say anything for the longest second. Opting to just let him yell more and maybe settle with the fact that you're injured and of no use to him. "I'm sorry..."
"Sergeant, look at me."
His eyes are digging into yours, carefully unveiling your guilt. The stinging in your ankle brings a mist to your eyes. But it could be the humiliation that you got caught, picking a lock for candy of all things.
"Price, I know I uh-" You clear your throat, "-fucked up but, I really need to see medical. This shit hurts real bad."
John, without hesitating, looks over at your ankle and sighs at the sight. He helps you to your feet and wraps one of your arms around his neck. It's not a short walk. And you're hissing with every misstep.
"Maybe if you just waited you coulda have had your reward the next morning." Price says. "You're a smart soldier. A brilliant one at that."
You hiss as he speaks, leading him to pause and bring you to lean against the wall. As you blow out a breath of air, Price turns his back to you and bends his knees. "Price?"
"Up. Come on, sergeant."
A laugh finds its way out of you as you push off the wall slide your hands around his shoulders and lock around his neck.
"Up on three. Ready?"
With the count, you hop on your good foot as his hands grab right under your knees to grapple your frame on his. "Alright. Much better eh?"
"Yeah, Cap. Thanks."
It's silent in the hallway for a bit before you speak again. "Captain, am I in trouble?"
John laughs. It's a breathy chuckle, one that calms your nerves instantly. "No, sergeant. As much as I am tempted to put you on bathroom duty or even run laps during our training." He turns a corner and shuffles you to keep balance. "You're not in trouble. Just wanted the best for you and those sweets..." He crinkles his eyes as he grins. "They really do a number on you."
He finally gets to the wing for medical and stops. He turns to look at you. "I'm hard on you because I want the best for you. I know you can do amazing things. 'We keep our hands dirty-"
"So the rest of the world stays clean.'" You sigh. "You're right, Cap."
A cough spooks you from ahead. You see Ghost, Soap, and even Gaz standing there, one leans on the other with his elbow on a shoulder. Another was standing with his arms crossed.
"We figured you snuck out when your room came up empty." Gaz grins, the lighting of the hallways showing his tired eyes, but still grinning nonetheless.
Ghost pulls an arm from his crossed stance and points at you. "You really outta keep your eye out, sergeant. You looked right at me before you went off to your little lock heist."
You groan in defeat. So that's how Price knew what you were up to.
"You told on me?!"
"That would be me." Soap boasts. "Couldn't resist seeing the favorite get knocked a peg or two-"
"I'm not the favorite!"
"Ye are!"
Price walks forward while the two of you bicker at each other. By the time he reaches the group, you're cursing at Soap.
"I don't want to hear it from a half-balding-"
"It's done on PURPOSE ye little-"
Ghost, with a loud shout, "SHUT UP!" quiets the both of you instantly.
John shakes his head, turning to you with a straight and stern look in his eye. "So what are we going to do about that sweet tooth of yours?"
You're silent, pouting before stuffing your face into the back of his neck. "Rehab?"
You're met with another chuckle. "What am I going to do with you lot."
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This is the final part of this short series (but not of Crook I promise you that) Apologies for taking so long, I’ve been goin thru it ngl.
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Your three victims, while helping you plan something for Ghost's demise, showed no mercy with their cold shoulders.
It’s a bit heartbreaking but nothing extreme.
Just some offhand comments.
“Hi, Johnny.”
“Oh, so sweet today. Unlike the past week where ye were conspiring behind my back."
"Gaz would you try this-"
"Oh did you make it yourself or is someone else taking the credit?"
"Price-"
"Can't help you with the others, Crook. Have to let it drain out of their systems."
at least they were being civil. Even with the promise of ending your punishment as soon as they get Ghost with their plan.
Speaking of a plan-
Tomorrow was the final day. the bet ended at 5 pm on the dot- 17:00 hours. Which meant you had to get Ghost to eat SOMETHING of yours before then.
Even though this was such an elite task force, the trio could not find a single way to get him to voluntarily chew up and digest a treat of yours before time was up.
Gaz suggested crying to him.
"Do I look like a fucking toddler? I'm not putting the waterworks."
Soap suggested restraining him.
"Sure I can just force him to chew and swallow a fucking cupcake."
Price suggested a smoothie.
"That...wait that could work."
So here you were, figuring out how to blend a sweet treat of yours into a fruit smoothie. Cause lord knows you won't get him to agree to a milkshake.
The idea seems simple, just blend like a cookie into a berry smoothie, but this is Simon.
He's gonna know.
How would he know?
He'll know.
Paul suggested making a yogurt-like treat and mixing it in after you explained your dilemma. (He saw you staring at the blender with fruits just sitting there. Thought you just about lost it when you kept picking up and putting down a fucking strawberry.)
Technically you would be cheating. Cause you know...you can't make yogurt from scratch that fast.
But you can freeze it and worry about it tomorrow.
So that's what you did while the rest of your crew worked around you.
You make it oh so pretty that you decided to only keep two of them for the smoothie batch and serve the rest of the treats for dessert.
The soldiers love it so much. such a creamy texture with every bite. It was essentially just a yogurt/chocolate bark thing.
Anyways
tomorrow morning comes around, and you had Lottie help you blend out all the smoothies into drinking cups. You were glad you didn't make a lot of these since you were using the drinking cups.
To identify the batches with the desert blended into it, you used green straws. The rest were given other colors.
Sure enough, as you restock them, you could feel a presence behind you.
You already knew who it was.
"You smell gross."
Ghost scoffs. "Do I now? Expected me to be smellin' like a bunch of roses?"
"I expected peonies at least."
He lets out a small hum, peeking over your shoulder.
"That count?"
The question confuses you before you understand he's talking about the smoothies.
"Oh, well I would think so considering the others grabbed one."
You pick one up. One with a green straw.
"Care for one?"
Ghost hums, as if he's in thought.
You almost think you got him, as you feel movement behind you.
However, he doesn't take the drink from your hand. He grabs a whole new glass right from the display.
"Thanks, love."
You can't help but blink in silence as he takes a sip and makes a noise of satisfaction. "Blueberry. One of my favorites from you."
You grin slowly, his knowing eyes peering into yours. "I'm so glad to hear."
You have a few more tricks up your sleeve.
Course he wasn't going to forget your conversation in his office.
You know better.
You're quick to take two of the 'contaminated' drinks and hide them in the fridge before thinking of different ways to get him to drink one.
Sending a quick text, you wait in the kitchen while everyone takes a small break after breakfast.
Sure enough, the door to the entrance swings open, and Soap's fluffy mohawk appears in your view.
"He didn't take the bait-"
"We know. Yer terrible at this."
"Pardon?"
Johnny laughs, walking over to wrap an arm around your waist.
"Lt sat with us, entertaining us with the idea of you," He flexes two of his fingers as quotations, "'poisoning' him."
"What?!"
"Ye cannae be too obvious like that."
He was right.
The most frustrating part-
He was drinking them.
Just not the ones you NEEDED HIM TO DRINK.
Eventually, time catches up to you. You're an hour to the end.
You're gonna have to do this the hard way.
Ghost likes his tea just as sweet as your treats.
So when he enters his office, briefly scanning the room, his eyes land on the chilled smoothie in the center of his desk.
He pauses, and that's when you decide to make yourself known.
The door behind him swings shut but he doesn't flinch.
No, instead he sighs, walks to his desk, and sets his tea down.
"What're you gonna do crook? Force feed me this crap?"
You gasp in offense. "crap?!"
"It's not like you put your blood sweat n' tears into this, love."
"You don't have to be so-"
"I'm not drinkin' it."
You stare at each other for a hot minute. It isn't until you move a chair against the wall to the front of his desk does he breaks his stare and rolls his eyes.
"Don't you have work to do?"
"Oh, so you don't want me here?"
"You know what?" The lieutenant sighs, "Sit there and look pretty all you want."
Ghost pulls his balaclava up to his nose, and reaches for the tea, which seemed more of a red tint than his normal creamy brown.
But for some reason he just never noticed.
Till he took a sip that is.
At first, he swallows and hums in satisfaction but as soon as the ceramic cup hits its coaster, his body looks as if it's taking a screenshot.
Oh, you hope he forgives you.
"What-" he coughs as soon as any noise is leaving his mouth, "what the fuck-?"
"I'm sorry-" You start. "I promise it's not poison or anything it's uhm..." You trail off as you reach in your pocket.
And to Simon's absolute astonishment, you pull out a tiny plastic back of dark red powder.
In tiny yet bold print: 'reaper dust'
"You're gonna wanna drink something fast."
He's huffing and coughing in front of you.
Granted he never would ever assume that you would poison him. I mean you didn't but you might as well have.
His mouth is on fucking fire.
The spice from the bag is spreading through his body, he never once thought he could feel the pain of spice in his toes.
"How the *cough cough* fuck-"
You didn't think it would work honestly. But with the help of Price, you kept Ghost out of the rec room long enough to open a few of the tea bags and pour some of the chili powder into the bags.
Just a tiny amount.
You didn't want to kill him after all.
You watch as he brushes by you, ripping open the tiny fridge he had, and stifle a laugh.
You removed all of his water bottles. There was only one baby in there waiting for him.
However, drinking it just made it a tiny bit worse.
At this point, Ghost is huffing and hiccuping over to his desk.
He's glaring at the glass before he looks up with a pointed finger.
"What's in this?"
"I think you know."
"Why?"
You shrug, the same look of nervousness still printed on your face.
"I wanted in, and I don't know... the way you answered me was...rude!"
Another hiccup sounds from the Lieutenant. Which is followed by a loud groan. "I might throw up."
"Should I get-"
"No." He snaps. "if I do you're cleaning it up. Fucks sake."
You watch as he stands still, rigid in place.
His eyes glance up at the clock. You were cutting it so fucking close. It was literally 30 minutes before the time limit.
But honestly, Ghost doesn't think he can last.
Of course, he'd never tell you that though.
The door behind you opens, and Price pokes his head in.
"Oh- sorry, wasn't aware that..."
A pitiful grimace appears on his face as he sees the state of his lieutenant. "What's this?"
You press your lips together before explaining what you did.
"Crook you didn't-"
"Time was running out-!"
"So you put one of our best out of commission?" He laughs at you.
Simon is still fuming (literally) and is only turning redder than before. The spice is seriously hitting him.
"Well. There's your cure right there, Simon." Price nods to the cup.
Ghost looks at Price as if he was just asked to off himself.
"You think I'll slip that easy?"
"25 minutes. Think you can handle it?"
The three of you stand in place for what feels like minutes but an eternity to Ghost.
He sighs, lifting his mask and grabbing the cool beverage in front of him. With each gulp, he gasps for air in between.
"I don't know how this gets me to lose-" he gasps again, "-but I couldn't give less of a fuck right now."
You grimace in response, looking at Price.
"Am I forgiven?"
"Oh yes, especially since Simon here, technically lost first."
Ghost blinks in confusion. You do the same.
Somehow you just never noticed a tablet in the Captain's hand as he hands it to you.
On the screen it shows Ghost doing a check of each of the mail boxes, seemingly making a pile for certain groups. Soap walks in not long into the video footage, reading one of the packages tearing it open, and pulling out the very cookies that started this mess.
"Oh no."
You watch as Soap rips open the box, and hands one to Ghost, who seemingly asks something before shrugging and taking a bite out of the cookie. Your cookies.
"Oh nooo." You wince out. "Ghost noooo..."
"So, Simon." Price grins, that fatherly grin that has just about anyone feeling like they're in trouble. "When should we leave our paper work?"
AHHHHHHH poor Ghost. Couldn't resist any sweets towards the end.
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But you’re the sports therapist that likes to post videos of you massaging the knots out of their legs and muscles I see on Instagram.
Price is trying to be a good sport but the grunts and chuckles have you worrying and fretting over him. He’s trying his best to not react physically but with a jerk of his knee you had to pause.
“I thought I said to rest this leg!”
He’s giving you a sheepish smile. “Sorry darling, had a bit of a rough week.”
He’s sitting in front of you, one of the legs of his shorts is rolled up to the top of his though, a reddening mark on the top of his pale skin.
“Rest up, captain. Your leg could be the reason you won’t be able to play in the future.”
He gives you a thankful nod. “Will do.”
Ghost is like- a fucking tank. But he can’t hide his pain very well.
He had a shoulder incident so after you finished with his legs, you sat him up and motioned him to take his shirt off.
He gives you a cold stare.
“Riley.” You warn.
“M’ not takin’ it off.”
“Oh so you want a longer rest week?”
The shirt gets angrily pulled off of him. (By him of course.) As soon as your thumb met his shoulder his tensing has you lighten your touch.
“How much of that cream have you used?”
He’s quiet before murmuring. “Already used it all.”
You send him off to your collegue to get checked and to pick up another container of medical cream.
Gaz tries to respectful like Price. But he’s just so giggly. The pain giggles he says. He gets nervous to see your hands curl in on themselves and begins to laugh.
It’s a nervous “ehehehee…” as he’s tensing up. You chastise him. “Stop that!”
“I can’t help it! I already know what’s fucking coming!”
You get your hands onto the side of his though as he lays of his left side. He’s grunting and giggling, his hand reaching out and grabbing onto your shoulder.
“Alright let’s not-“ you giggle yourself, moving his hand off your shoulder. “I’m- I’m sorry- fuck!”
He’s pleading with you. “No no no no pleaaase-!”
You somehow manage to get through the session.
And then theirs Soap. Johnny fucking MacTavish.
Oh what a sweetheart he is but his tendency for injury is a nightmare.
You once witnessed him get his nose absolutely bashed in, but he was insisting to keep playing as the blood gushed down his face.
“M’ alright-!”
“Your nose is bent!”
“S’ always been bent!”
He was here however for two things. Getting his shoulder taped up, and getting the knuckle twisters of hell out of you.
You had him on his stomach his leg bent up so the front of his calf was pressing against your torso as your rubbed your fingers into his skin.
“No-! Ahhhhh!!!” He’s wincing and grunting out profanities.
Absolutely melting in the worst way possible.
“Try to relax-“
“Fuck off!” He swears. He instantly covers his mouth. “M’ sorry lass- just- oooh fuck!”
You can’t stop laughing you have to get another colleague to help you before you make the session last to long.
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So- you tried to scare Ghost.
And while it didn’t work- you did put fear in at least one of the four. Maybe two.
Gaz and Soap were on high alert with you.
The squinted eyes sent your way only fueled your eagerness to win the wager they created.
But Jesus fucking Christ it felt so lonely not being around you.
Price was stressed, and that caused other soldiers distress.
Ghost was agitated and that was just not fun.
Gaz was being quite the asshole, even in training,
And Soap was impatient with any sort of pacing from their men.
You were getting under their skin and you hadn’t even started your process.
Oh, but there are ways of finding info.
You have a mole.
Two in fact. (Three if you count Sevan but he was currently in training.)
Marco and Jason.
The other two soldiers in the Kit crew.
They’re with you for the majority of the day, except for the requirements of training and conditioning.
But they come back with Sevan and juicy info.
“They’re in teams, Crook,” Jason states as the three of you meet in one of the many fridges of the kitchen.
“It’s Soap and Lieutenant Riley versus Captain Price and Gaz.”
Marco nods. “I heard they were trying to make it even out. Something about paperwork needing permission from either the Captain or Lt.”
“Interesting…”
Oh very interesting.
Cause now it’s just so easy to kill two birds with one stone.
Ghost proved to be too hard to convince, and Price might be just as bad.
Gaz has boasted (to your encouragement) about his time with interrogation tactics in his training.
So that just leaves one SAS member.
But this is Johnny fucking MacTavish. There’s no shot of him folding at the drop of a hat otherwise he wouldn’t be here.
No, you had to get smart…you had the tear them apart from the inside.
…
Miss Copper is at her desk, just hanging up from a phone call as her door bursts open.
“Copper, I need a favor.”
…
You fear your plan may have taken a bit longer than you’d hoped. The first five days had come and went.
You’re running out of time.
Until some packages come in for the team.
Some are from some random students wishing them well, and some classes have made them sweet care packages with some of their favorite stuff.
You were walking into the rec room when you found Gaz messing with a Rubix cube.
“What’s that, Kyle?” You giggle, moving to sit next to the sergeant.
“A student sent this over. Said it’s something that made him happy and he hopped it made me happy as well.”
“Well…does it?”
“Honestly…it did till I compared it to diffusing a bomb.”
The door opens to see Johnny holding a box of candy, but in his other hand, he holds a tiny little Tupperware container with his nan’s cookies.
You point and squeal, “Hey! Those are-“
“These are my Nan’s!” He cuts you off. “Not yours!”
Kyle chuckles, leaning over and kissing you on the cheek before handing you the cube.
“Have a go at it, dove.”
“You keep callin' me pet names like it makes me feel better I can’t spoil any of you…”
Your voice trails off as you watch Soap take a bit of a cookie.
Oh my God…
Then you watch Gaz mutter something, almost a sweet whine coming out of his throat, as he reaches over and snatches one.
Usually, Johnny is quick to smack his hand away, but in a hurry to settle a sweet tooth, Kyle shoves a small one into his mouth.
Your eyes widen.
Does that count…if you didn’t make the goodies from your own hand?
It’s like your thoughts are too fucking loud. Because you glance up and Soap is glaring at you.
Of course, it’s not malicious.
But holy shit he looks ready to do something.
It’s kind of hot…no actually…it’s really hot.
He stops mid-chew before he looks into the container and digs for a note he notices at the very bottom.
Crumbs fly out, causing an “Are you fuckin' serious-?” Out of Kyle before he notices the silence.
He turns to look at you with a curious glance, seeing you suddenly fearful of the two there. A nervous but growing smile on your face.
“Johnny…there’s no way-“ you begin before the sergeant points up a finger.
“Gaz.”
Kyle turns and looks at his friend. “Lock that fuckin door-“
As soon as you hear those words you're dashing for it. Soap gets up but Gaz is still standing right in front of the table in the corner, so he isn’t as fast as you slam the door shut behind you.
“Hey-! (Y/n)-!” You hear Soap roar through the door window.
Cheekily you stick out your tongue and run for it down the hall.
“What the fuck is going on?!”
“Help me grab her, I’ll explain later-!”
Kyle is confused.
But he follows his teammate nonetheless.
They race down the hallway, hearing your footsteps just around the corner as they turn.
You’re speeding down another hallway, seeing the mess hall just a few feet away.
Suddenly you yelp, picked up from behind as a hand covers your mouth. One of your partners hoists you up as he tosses you over his shoulder.
He's walking you all the way back to the rec room, uncaring of the soldiers that pass the three of you while you're pleading and spewing out apologies.
One opens and closes the door, lowering the door's blind as the figure holding you releases you.
You whirl around with your hands up, now seeing Soap with his eyes narrowed right into your own.
"Hear me out-"
"I cannae believe this."
"Look I honestly didn't think-"
"Ye spoke to my nan, how did ye even get that info-"
"Will someone explain just what the fuck is going on?!"
Soap drags a hand down his face.
“She’s tricked us.”
Kyle waves around his hands, his head tilting to the side for his teammate to continue.
Soap reaches into his pocket and yanks out the note he was reading earlier. “Johnny, I hope this package finds ye well. Ye should bring (Y/n) to Scotland so I can thank her-“
“No…”
“-for the lovely recipe. She wanted me to give it a go since ye loved them so much. Don’t forget to share!”
They stay silent. Until Gaz huffs a laugh.
“You took the first bite-“
“Who’s gonna believe ye?”
Gaz’s jaw drops.
“Hm? Who’s gonna believe that in this room, of just us two, and one sneaky little minx, I was the only one that ate one.” Soap points an accusing finger at Kyle. “Ye ate one whole. That’s just as bad-“
"(Y/n) would help me out."
The two sergeants turn to look at you. At first, you apologetically glance at Gaz before your grimace drops to a cold stare.
Shit. Okay, maybe it wasn't a good idea to target Sergeant MacTavish.
He didn't even seem like Soap in his eyes. He looks ready to pounce on you. Teaching you a lesson either ya know...romantically or by launching you off the fucking roof.
"Sorry, Gaz...I've meddled too much..."
"That's what I thought."
"So..."
The three of you freeze, slowly turning around to face the voice in the corner of the room.
Price is sat where Soap once was. One of the cookies in his hand, a few pieces bitten off.
"We can do this one of two ways."
He sets the cookie down, eyes meeting the sergeants. "we can either admit our faults, split the better paperwork evenly. Though I'm not too fond of that idea because the three of us know, Ghost would never let us live this down."
Then his eyes land on yours.
"or...you could help us get Simon to bend a knee. Which one is it?"
You see the two sergeants practically plead with their eyes.
"You want me to get Ghost of all people to-"
"If you got me, I'm positive you can work your magic."
You sigh, running a hand down your face.
"or we can find out how you got your pretty little hands on Soap's nan and hold it over your head for the rest of your days-"
