#alex keller

[l3ibnest]

Death awaits

[ohclaire]

You were finally settling in with the team. Not to say that all of your worries about fitting in were assuaged; when you sat down the conversation still died down, and the interactions were still sometimes stilted, or they seemed avoidant about touching you, but you didn’t feel as uncomfortable with your semi-isolation as you used to.

Today you were flying to meet up with the ULF and someone named Farah Karim to collaborate on some threat. You hadn’t met her or her team before, but you were told by the 141 that she did good work, and so did her right hand man, ex-CIA Alex Keller.

When you arrived, a woman with a headscarf greeted you all brightly. Besides her, a man with a mustache. Both were…easy on the eyes to say the least.

“Price! It’s good to see you again.” They grasped each other’s forearms in greeting before she turned to you. She sized you up briefly, “and a new face…who is this?”

“Farah, meet the newest member of the 141.”

You smiled politely and shook her hand, “pleasure.”

“Hope they’re not treating you too terribly, and if they are, I can knock them around for you.” She shared a teasing glance with Price.

“Yeah, I’d take her word for it. Been at the receiving end of that myself one too many times.” The man besides her piped up. “I’m Alex, ‘s good to see a new face. Especially one as nice as yours.” His tone turned a different color at the last part.

Before you could think to respond to that, Farah jabbed her elbow into his side.

“What Alex means to say, is that we are glad you a here. Please follow me.”

You tried to push the interaction from your mind and keep a strictly professional demeanor. But…it had been a while since someone had talked to you like that. Since you felt wanted.

You got to talk to Alex a bit more as you all shuffled around settling in and discussing strategy, and he was nice. Really nice. And attractive. And he smelled good which was honestly impressive if you considered how sweat—

“Sergeant!” You snapped out of your train of thought. “You with us?”

“Yes, Captain. Sorry.”

Price was not happy. Farah was eyeing you up and Alex was blatantly flirting and you were staring back. He liked to think he was a man in control of his emotions, and he owed a lot to Farah and Alex, but if they didn’t stop making a move on you right now…

He could tell the rest of his boys were bothered too. Kyle didn’t have his normally pleasant expression on, Simon was doing his death stare, and Johnny was clenching his jaw so hard he thought it might crack.

It really was their fault they hadn’t made a move sooner. But they weren’t sure how you would feel about the whole thing, and John had insisted they wait longer to not compromise the team dynamic.

But every day they fell harder for you. John just didn’t realize there could possibly be competition.

The op went well enough. As a group you were able to stop the threat. The real treat was getting to know Farah and Alex. They were both incredibly fun and interesting to talk to, and they treated you so well. Farah showed you around their compound and they ate with you every day. You almost felt…courted.

The other positive was throughout this mission, your own team seemed to warm up to you more. Gone were the stilted conversations and the touch avoidance. Rather, it’s like they started to overcorrect. Price’s hand found your waist to guide you, Soap was tossing his arm over your shoulder regularly, Kyle was patting your head at every turn, and Simon…didn’t look like he wanted to kill you anymore (baby steps). You don’t know if it was the change of scenery or if the presence of their other friends made them more open, but you weren’t complaining.

When it finally came time to leave and head back to your own base, Farah pulled Price to the side one last time to ask,

“So…is that one yours? Because Alex and I—“

“Ours,” Price cut her off with finality, “just doesn’t know it yet.”

[lanialania00]

[temeyes]

gaz, the designated third wheel

[sweet-thoot]

All of them 🗣️✨

[beescuitxx]

Moreee cod dumpieeeesss<33 this was my old artstyle and I was just mostly experimenting on brushes and stuff :3 anyways here ya go

[escapic-mezzanine]

That might be a bit specific but–

Army men with dashing hairstyles who respect women and have a prosthetic leg are what I like.

[cod-dump]

Sharing Food

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*after ordering the same meal*

Farah: Oh, you got more tomatoes than me-

Alex: *immediately switches their plates*

Farah:

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König: *picking olives and onion off his pizza and putting them on Gaz's plate*

Gaz: Babe, you do this every time. Why don't you order it WITHOUT olives and onion??

König: You like them

Gaz:

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Nik: *staring at Price's plate*

Price: *positioning his fork like he was prepared to stab Nik as he ate with his free hand*

Graves: You know there's plenty to go around, right?

Nik: He has the best ones

Price: Damn right and I'll kill you for them

Nik: *grins madly*

Graves: ... is this foreplay?

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Ghost: *grabbing chips off of Soap's plate and stuffs them into his mouth*

Soap, jokingly: tell me if any are poisoned

Ghost: *grabs Soap's plate and drags it over to him*

Soap: ... really? All of them?

Ghost: Just to be safe

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Rudy: Stop staring

Alejandro: ... can I have a little?

Rudy: No

Alejandro: But-

Rudy, smacking his hand: LISTEN TO YOUR DOCTOR. I'M KEEPING YOU ALIVE UNTIL YOUR BONES TURN TO DUST

Alejandro: ... I love you

Rudy: I LOVE YOU TOO