Can you write about the dads lfiting his kids up all at once? That would be so cutee!!
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John Price | House Price
(1 boy - 7, 2 girls - 4 & 3)
Price crouched, arms wide. “Alright—come on, you lot!” All three ran full-speed. He grunted as the girls clung to his shoulders and the boy climbed his chest like a pirate boarding ship. Price straightened, lifting all three with a proud grin, back cracking quietly. “See that, love?” he puffed. “Still got it.” You: “You’re gonna pull your back again, Captain.” Him, surrounded by giggles and kisses: “Worth the injury, every time.”
Simon Riley | House Riley
(2 girls - 4 & 3, twin boys - 7 months) Simon sat on the floor, holding a baby in each arm when the girls decided to dogpile. “Daddy’s mountain!” the oldest squealed, climbing up. He managed to hook both girls under each arm, balancing the twins across his forearms like weights. He rose—steady, calm, absolute unit.
You gawked. “Simon… that’s four children.” He smirked behind his mask.
“That’s light work.” Then one of the twins drooled on him. “…alright, now it’s heavy work.”
“Who wants tae fly?!” Before you could stop him, Soap scooped all four kids—one clinging to his back, another in his arm, one perched on his shoulder, and the baby balanced on his chest. He staggered, laughing. “Look at that! Dad-lift record, aye?!” The 4-year-old screamed with glee, “We’re a tower!”
You, unimpressed: “You’re a trip to the ER.” He winked.
“Naw, lass. Built like a tank.” Proceeds to almost trip over a toy car.
Kyle Garrick | House Garrick
(1 boy - 4, 1 girl - 2)
Gaz swung the boy up first—then the girl demanded her turn. He sighed playfully. “Alright, both of you. One, two—up!” He hoisted them both, the boy on his shoulders and the toddler in his arm. They squealed, clapping. “Daddy’s strong!”
Kyle puffed his chest. “Stronger than a tank, baby.”
You: “You said that before throwing your back out last week.” Kyle, struggling to hide the wince: “…yeah, but don’t tell them that.”
Alejandro Vargas | House Vargas
(2 girls - 6 & 4, 1 boy - 2)
“Familia, come here!” Alejandro lifted his son with one arm, his middle daughter in the other, and the eldest clung onto his shoulders like a cape. He turned to you, proud grin glowing. “¡Mira! El papá más fuerte!”
You: “The strongest until bedtime, then I’m carrying you to bed.” He laughed, spinning slowly while the kids screamed with delight. “Then we both carry each other, mi vida.”
Phillip Graves | House Graves
(3 boys - 7, 6, 1, 1 girl - 3)
The Graves household had chaos written all over it. Phillip cracked his neck. “Alright, kiddos. Let’s test the ol’ upper body strength.” He scooped up the toddler, the baby in a carrier, then lifted both older boys like weights. He stood tall, smirking as they cheered. “House Graves-held together by sheer muscle and caffeine.”
You: “And hubris.” Him, grinning while wobbling: “Hubris and love, sweetheart!”
König | House Baumgartner
(3 girls - 4, 3, 2 months)
The girls ran at him squealing, and König kneeled, laughter rumbling in his chest. “Kommt her, meine Lieben!” He scooped the 4- and 3-year-old into each arm, while the baby rested in a sling on his chest. He rose easily—towering, soft smile under the hood as tiny hands patted his face. You stared, melting. He said gently, “My greatest strength… is holding all my little hearts at once.” You: “...and your back’s going to hate you tomorrow.” He chuckled. “Then I’ll hold them lying down.”
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Word count: 2.4k
Pairing: König x afab/fem!reader, John Price x afab/fem!reader, Simon “Ghost” Riley x afab/fem!reader & light interaction with others from Task Force 141
Summary: You can’t seem to get away from the CIA. After a brief history of contract software analytics for the CIA, you decide you don’t want to contribute to the military industrial complex anymore, so you move on to a new promising startup company. You are quickly pulled back into the world of covert operations as a civilian specialist by being paired with the 141. There are plenty of challenges, but the most stubborn one you discover is Lieutenant Ghost. The combination of being seen as “carry on baggage” with the Brits’ “Keep Calm and Carry On” mentality makes it hard to keep up, but you slowly become a part of the essential support crew for the 141.
Chapter warnings: typical MW2 CoD violence, torture, some wounds described
Author’s note: Author’s note is at the end of this chapter.
Fic song rec: Zombie by The Cranberries
Masterlist | AO3 | Previous Chapter 7: What if I were captured?*
The concrete floor was cold against your face as you tried to make out the blurry figures on the screen in front of you. It was so bright that you could barely open your eyes to watch. There was no sound, but you could tell that there should be. Their mouths were moving…
Price’s mouth was moving. That was Price talking to Laswell.
You slowly crawled to the back of the room so that you could see the screen fully. Your head was pounding with a migraine, your stomach felt like it was eating itself, and your mouth was so dry. When was the last time you ate or drank something? You could barely form a thought because your body was fighting to function.
Finally you reached the back wall. You laid there and slowly turned your head toward the screen. It took up the entire opposite wall, from floor to ceiling. It illuminated the entire room causing you to squint, almost making it impossible to watch. But, you forced yourself to. It might finally lead to understanding why you were being held captive.
You watched a video of Laswell talking to 141 or at least Captain Price. You assumed the others were behind him, but were obscured because of the camera angle. You wished you could read lips since there was no audio. What was she saying?
In the corner, you noticed a timestamp. It matched the day that the 141 forcibly brought you into Langley. You shut your eyes and covered them with your hands. You squeezed your hands tight into fists pushing them slightly against your shut eyes, willing yourself to think.
The way that the 141 brought you in was a mistake, right?
You jumped as the screen went black. Light streamed into the dark room from the doorway, as if the door was opening, but you could tell it was just animated on the screen. On the huge screen, an outline of a person walked into the room, dragging a digital chair in its wake. Crawling to the back corner of the room as quickly as you could, the virtual person waited for you to get settled as it sat on its chair.
“You must be wondering why you are here.”
You guessed that that was supposed to be the person on the screen speaking, but it was a modulation of different voices that came from around the room. The conglomerate of voices bounced around the room, easily overwhelming your already frazzled senses.
“You are here to learn the truth about your precious 141.”
————— ҉ —————
“What do you mean she has been MISSING for a month?!” Captain Price’s shout reverberated around the conference room, directed at Laswell and Shepherd. Laswell visibly shifted, but Shepherd stayed steady, as always.
‘KorTac’s mess,’ Ghost thought to himself. He could see Price visibly shaking. Ghost felt a dull pain in his chest. She had gotten to him too, despite everything.
“Laswell will brief you on the situation. I have to leave for another meeting.” As Shepherd signed off, Laswell took a deep breath. Price tried his best to steady himself as Shepherd’s face disappeared from the conference room screen.
“We believe her and König were taken captive by an unknown terrorist organization.” The 141 let that hang in the air. Johnny rubbed his face hard with his hand as Price was processing the new information.
“König, the big German bloke in KorTac?”, Ghost rumbled.
“Austrian, but yes.”
“Why weren’t we told earlier?” Ghost could tell Price was trying his best to be more professional, trying but failing. Almost made him chuckle.
“You would’ve been distracted an-”
“DISTRACTED? Why because the CIA can’t protect its own?”
Laswell tried to speak up, but Price kept pushing.
“Let me guess, we are assigned to an extraction mission to rescue one of our own and to save a private contractor who can’t do his job?”
As Price glared, Laswell took a deep breath and sifted through all the files strewn out on the conference table.
“Yes…let’s go over the information we have so far.”
————— ҉ —————
The video of the briefing was back on the screen, casting light about the room as Laswell went through a slideshow about you. The sound was on now too. Her voice rang out clearly, “Bring her in as if she were a terrorist. We want her to be scared.”
The cogs in your mind slowly started to turn, processing her words. You had already watched the video of this briefing at least a hundred times by now. Dehydration and starvation were taking its toll, but it was finally coming together. There had been no mistakes. The pebble of betrayal dropped into the well of your mind and slowly started to sink, though you tried to fight it with weak excuses.
You spotted the digital figure at the corner of the screen. The pixels of the video faltered and quaked around the figure as it walked to the center. The sound of the video slowly faded.
“Why are you showing this to me?”
Your voice cracked and waived as you forced the words from your mouth. Your vision was spinning as you tried your best to focus on the figure.
The screen went black again and a new video began. It was Laswell again, but this time General Shepherd was giving her orders.
“Give her boyfriend a variant of the Cradle. That should drive her to rely more on the boys.”
As the short video repeated, questions started to whirl around in your mind. The Cradle? What was that? Glancing at the timestamp on the video, that was the day before Ghost subdued your ex. What was this? What was going on?
The pebble of betrayal started to sink faster, racing toward your heart.
————— ҉ —————
“What happened to the rest of KorTac?” Gaz pressed Laswell as the team was getting ready to leave Langley. She hadn’t given them much information during the briefing, but it was enough to execute the rescue.
“We aren’t sure…”
“A whole unit just disappeared? CIA is really more helpless than I thought.” Ghost muttered as he triple checked his ammo supplies.
“Things got hairy once KorTac and her landed. It all fell apart quickly.”
“Not surprised. From the little that you told us, there wasn’t much of a plan.” Price stated harshly, thinking back to your apartment and the rushed call you received from Laswell. He wished he would’ve told you not to go with any other unit besides the 141. That’ll be for a later chat with Laswell where he laid the ground rules about you. Him and his team had put in the work to properly integrate you into their unit. It was about time that Laswell got on board.
”We will get her back.” Gaz softly said to Price after noticing his clenched jaw.
”Yeah, yeah we will.”
————— ҉ —————
“Who am I speaking with exactly?”
The pixeled form shifted as if it were thinking. Where a face should’ve been different features formed and changed into various faces. Its voice was made up of many people.
“We are not one person, but many. Think of us as concerned citizens within the CIA.”
Your voice shook as you tried your best to form a sentence. “You’ve shown me all of this, b-but it doesn’t make sense. It doesn’t string together into a full story.”
“Yes, we didn’t have the time or resources to piece everything together, but we have given you enough to start looking for the rest.”
“And why should I look for the rest? Why should I trust you? Those videos…they could have been made by AI.”
The modulated voice chuckled, throwing its head back in exasperated dissatisfaction. “Really? You of all people? We know that you’ve noticed the watermark on the video. The one you designed yourself to ensure the authenticity of it. Surely, your starvation and dehydration could not rob you of that memory?”
“Come on, you know that this is indisputable evidence. You just don’t want to admit it.”
They, or whatever it was, were right. That had been one of your many tasks at the beginning of your time with the CIA.
“I-I don’t even know what to do with all of this information…where to even start.”
“You know that the 141 and Laswell underestimate you. Ghost has planted that seed of doubt in them. Play the part. Act like you know nothing. Be a damsel in distress. All the while, let König be with you. They will want him under observation, just like you. Might as well use him for something. Let König protect you. You know he will. He’s liked you from the start. You know once you get back the 141 will smother you. Let König shield you from that.”
“They’re not going to like that…They won’t let me out of their sight.”
“Correct, so you will have to dig for the other pieces…carefully, slowly even, but you cannot be caught. They will be difficult to find, so you must be patient.”
“How did you-where was this information from?”
“The data breach during the White House attack.”
“That was you?!”
“No, but we took advantage of it.”
”What do you think Laswell and Shepherd are up to?”
”Not sure, but they have been wanting you to work for them for a while. They have been slowly planning all of this. During the White House data breach…we found evidence of Laswell moving files around while attempting to cover her tracks. Looks like we weren’t the only ones who took advantage of the chaos. Start there and see where it leads.”
Your mind was racing. The figure started to glitch, like the feed was about to be severed.
“The Russians are about to come in. They did not expect to capture you on your failed mission, so it has taken them quite a while to dig up who you actually are. As for your soldier friend in the other room, that’s what they usually deal with, so they have been torturing him, but he’ll survive. They haven’t gotten much out of him yet, so they will keep him alive. We are not sure what information they have on you, so be cautious. My connection with you will end soon. It took us a while to find you since they hid you so well. We notified Laswell of your location. You should be rescued soon. We may have time for one more question.”
The figure glitched and spasmed as it waited for your last question only getting worse as the seconds ticked by.
The fear of accepting all of this as your new reality was finally catching up. Only one question remained. “Why trust me?”
“Why not? Laswell and Shepherd have trusted you with a lot of information…almost too much. You have all the security clearances and ability to piece this together. You are the only one who can discover what they are up to. Trust no-”
The figure cut out, the screen went dark. Silent and pitch black, the room sat quiet as your mind tried its best to process everything that had just transpired. You could hear muffled sounds in the distance, slowly coming closer.
Did the others know or suspect anything? Probably not. They are just soldiers who follow orders. You were going to have to walk a fine line of being cooperative while watching your back. Who knows how much of what you know about Price, Ghost, Gaz, and Soap are true.
All the things that Price and Ghost have said to you, whether they meant for you to hear it or not, mean nothing now. The friendships you developed with Gaz and Soap are now gone.
But, you still have to keep them somewhat close. Friendly, but vigilant. You had to come up with a story about what happened here and stick to it. König would be there for emotional support, but even then you shouldn’t tell him anything. You were alone on this. No team to share in the trauma. No others to bounce ideas off of. No partners to lean on. A lonely road lay ahead. That pebble of betrayal that had slowly started to sink and could be easily lifted back to the surface of trust, well now it was a boulder, falling into the deep crevices of doubt and fear, a maze of mistrust and anger. There was no light of comradery streaming in and illuminating the water. Only the darkness of circumspection persisted.
Suddenly, the door was kicked in and the harsh fluorescent lights were turned on, flooding the room with sterile lighting. Men covered from head to toe with black tactical gear entered the room, speaking in short clipped Russian. One dragged a metal chair in, the second had zip ties, and the third stalked towards you.
As you were harshly hauled up from the corner on the floor and zipped tied to the chair, the screen came to life with König in another room. His head lay limp on his shoulders. He slightly slouched over as the rest of his body took up and overwhelmed the chair he was strapped to. From glancing at his wrists, you guessed he broke through the zip ties, leading to his curtain state of a rope tied taunt around his chest, which could barely move for his shallow breathing.
His mask was off. His nose was a bloody mess. You could spy a badly swollen eye that was almost shut. His forearm looked to be shattered. He spat blood and perhaps a tooth out of his cut lips. They had been right. König had endured quite a bit of torture.
The zip ties cutting into your wrists brought you back to reality. You didn’t resist at all since little strength was left in you. You just kept on repeating everything that the digital figure had told you. You couldn’t forget it.
“You will answers our questions now.” Your eyes still were on König, his virtual presence the only thing keeping you from having a panic attack.
Your head whipped to the side as one of the soldiers backhanded you across the face. You grunted and glanced at König as you picked your head up. He was fully looking at you now, shifting against his restraints, slowly becoming more emboldened.
“Nein, nicht sie,” (No, not her) you heard him mutter.
You finally turned your eyes to them. ”Why were you on the mission with him?”
Author’s note: Hi all! Apologies for being MIA for soooo long. It is pretty hard to exist and function as an early career scientist in the current state of the USA. I would like to say and share more about how this administration has affected multiple aspects of my life, but out of extreme caution, I will not. I had something typed out, but I am afraid of speaking out, especially with everything that has been going on recently.
Apologies for the trauma dump, but it is good to participate in the shared human experience, right? Be safe out there and please give me some fucking kudos and comments 🥲
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Taglist: @fruitymoonbeams-blog, @cumbermovels
Word count: 5.8k
Pairing: John Price x afab/fem!reader, Simon “Ghost” Riley x afab/fem!reader & light interaction with others from Task Force 141
Summary: You can’t seem to get away from the CIA. After a brief history of contract software analytics for the CIA, you decide you don’t want to contribute to the military industrial complex anymore, so you move on to a new promising startup company. You are quickly pulled back into the world of covert operations as a civilian specialist by being paired with the 141. There are plenty of challenges, but the most stubborn one you discover is Lieutenant Ghost. The combination of being seen as “carry on baggage” with the Brits’ “Keep Calm and Carry On” mentality makes it hard to keep up, but you slowly become a part of the essential support crew for the 141.
Warnings: typical MW2 CoD violence, Ghost being a meanie, blow job, throat fucking, ball licking, facial, talkative Price while he gets his soul sucked out of him, use of the word Daddy (just once!)
Author’s note: Trying something new. Author’s note is at the end of this chapter.
Fic song rec: Thunder Chicken by The Mighty Imperials
Masterlist | AO3 | Previous Chapter 6: Look at me
“This op is an important one, but has a high amount of risk.”
That’s how Laswell had started the brief. No one gave it any thought, but now, every team member was feeling that risk. The mission had started out rough.
You covered your head as another explosion rained down debris over you. You could hear Price trying to call in air support, but you doubt it would go through. Laswell had warned that there would be no support.
“You okay?”, your radio crackled with Ghost’s deep voice.
Ghost was the closest one to you, but still too far away to feel safe. You had been separated from the group, had wandered a bit too far ahead when gun fire started.
“Yeah, I’m okay.”
You were a sitting duck and they all knew it. Untrained with no weapons, you were solely reliant on them. They had all been trying to get to you for over 20 minutes. Something had to give.
“They are moving toward you. Keep your head down. Don’t let them see you.”
You were tucked behind a concrete barrier and the rest of the team were pinned behind other barriers strewn about, blocking the road to the nuclear reactor that needed to be recaptured. It was heavily guarded, even from this distance. Intel had been limited, so this was unexpected.
The gun fire was near constant and the RPGs came when least expected. You were focusing on your breathing and trying to find an opening to retreat, but that wouldn’t come without a fight.
“Watch out!”
Gaz tried to warn you, but it was too late. Your airway was constricted as a thick arm tightly wrapped around your neck and pulled you into the air from behind the barrier. You thrashed, trying to break free, but the arm was unyielding. You sunk your nails into the arm, but you were just tugged closer to the body it belonged to, the other arm wrapping around your waist, allowing you to take in a deep breath. That clarifying deep breath brought you back to when you first met Ghost. You had head butted him in the same position.
Without hesitation, you let your head fall to your chest and launched it back into your opponent’s face. You were instantly dropped back behind the barrier, your knees hitting the ground hard.
Barely a second went by when a bullet was lodged into the man’s head. You had your opening finally. You dragged the dead body to you and pulled out a grenade and a pistol. You activated and threw the grenade behind you. You turned and landed a few shots as the enemy scattered from the grenade.
“We’ll cover you and you’ll run to us on three.”
You shot a guy in his neck.
“One.”
You watched as another’s brains were blown out.
“Two.”
You could hear another screaming in pain.
“Three.”
You ran, half bent over, back toward your team, diving behind one of their barriers. Soap dragged you further so that you were fully protected.
“Ya hurt?”
You shook your head.
“Air support is coming in. Everyone, braise yourselves.”
The hum of a helicopter's machine gun filled your ears and soon dust and dirt obscured your vision as rockets were colliding with where you just were. You huddled into Soap, trying to deafen the sound of the explosions. Well, that’s what you told yourself at least. Really, you were trying your best to not imagine the people that were suffering from the missiles.
As the dust settled, the team started to move forward. You decided to stay behind Soap for now on. You did your best to ignore the carnage that came from the air support. You gingerly avoided the limbs and other mangled parts littered around the enemy hideout.
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You thought the rest of the mission went well. It did actually, but Ghost was having a fit in the debrief. You wondered if this man was ever happy, if anything was ever enough for him.
“I’m just saying, Laswell, she should not be allowed to hold a weapon and engage with the enemy. That is our job. She’s had no training with firearms and grenades.”
You kept your head down, but you could hear Gaz sigh. Ghost was right about that. You had gotten lucky.
“Good point. What would you like me to do then?” Laswell was keeping her cool trying her best to please the fuming Lieutenant, but you were boiling. Why the fuck was he chewing you out for protecting yourself?
“Some type of disciplinary action.”
You turned on him in an instant. “Are you fucking with me right now?!”
You stood in front of him and craned your head up to make eye contact with him. He instinctively puffed his chest out, challenging you to continue.
“I had to take my safety into my own hands because clearly you couldn’t!”
“I seem to remember that you were out front. When the fuck have you ever led the way?”
You were silent. He had a point.
“That’s what I thought. This is your fault. If you would’ve stayed behind me-“
“But, let’s just say that I got captured. Would you like me to give up and just let them have me, and wait for you to rescue me?”
He stiffened at the mention of your capture. “That’s never going to happen.”
“We should be prepared for anything, right? You can’t control every-“
“THAT WILL NEVER HAPPEN.” He was in your face, leaning into you, at his highest volume. His booming voice easily filled your ears and reverberated through your chest.
You shrank back, cowering away. You stepped back, but he stepped forward.
“We have been at this for much longer than you. You have no idea what you’re doing. You are no soldier-“
Price grabbed your shoulder and pulled you toward him, trying to get you away from Ghost. “Alright, big guy, she’s fine. Okay? Just calm-“
“No, Price. You know I’m right. You know she doesn’t belong here.”
Those words and his deadly serious voice rocked you. You looked up in bewilderment from Price and then to Ghost. Price looked defeated, as if he regrettably agreed with Ghost.
“Laswell, you know this isn’t working.”
What was Ghost doing? Why was he tearing this apart? You looked toward Laswell. She refused to make eye contact with you.
“Laswell, come on. This was an extraneous situation. You know that-“
“You won’t be working with 141 for some time. I might call you in for some support on other matters, but for now, take some time for yourself. Send me your debrief report when you can.”
You opened and closed your mouth, wanting to protest, but in the end you decided to accept defeat. Ghost had gotten his way. You avoided eye contact with everyone as you got up and gathered your belongings. Tears welled in your eyes as you walked to the door and your world began to crumble. You held your frustrated sob for when you were out of the room. You could hear Soap calling your name, but you kept on walking. Your head spun from all of the sudden emotions, but you had to keep moving forward; you just had to.
Your tears were streaming down your face now, blurring your vision, but you knew where you were going. You have been here so many times. In that room, in this maze of hallways, offices, and barracks. You couldn’t recall how many missions you had provided support for the 141. You were indispensable. Price knew it and so did Laswell. Ghost just didn’t want to admit it. He was too afraid of losing you.
But, you were done with Laswell and Price not being able to rein Ghost in from belittling you if you made even the most minor mistake during the mission. Why hasn’t Laswell and Price pulled rank? You must’ve not been worth the hassle in their eyes. Their loss really.
You pushed the doors open and walked to the car waiting for you. You squared your shoulders, took a deep breath in, and got into the car. You decided to go ahead and finish the debrief report tonight to try to distance yourself from this mission as soon as possible. You tried not to wonder too much about how long your probation from the 141 would last.
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The knock at your door startled you. Glancing at the clock, you got up and retrieved your pepper spray and the small bat from the bedside drawer. Midnight on a Wednesday. Definitely weird. Ever since the incident with your ex, Laswell had given you a panic button, kind of like a Life Alert necklace, for you to use in case of an emergency. You put it in your pocket as you approached your front door.
The knock came again, making you jump. You flipped the front porch lights on as you quickly swung the door open. You held your pepper spray tight with the safety off, ready to spray, and your bat raised and ready to swing in the other hand, but you stopped.
“Price?”
A look of shock quickly faded from his face. A sad smile settled kindly on his features.
“Are you trying to scare the fuck out of me, love?”
“I could say the same to you. Why are you here? And why so late?”
You lowered the pepper spray and bat beckoning him to come into your apartment. He came in, looking around with a smile, taking it all in.
“Ah, this is a nice place you got here.”
He was trying to be friendly, as always. He was here to apologize, but you were going to force him to admit it. “Answer the question, Price.”
You stood at your kitchen table, staring daggers into him. You had forgotten how much taller he was than you. You felt small next to him, but you didn’t back down.
“That’s no way to talk to your Captain, sweetie.” He was being cheeky and cute, his smile light on his lips, but your anger was renewed and festering.
“Wrong, remember? I’m no soldier.” You turned and walked to your couch, slumping down into its comforting embrace. You missed how quickly Price’s sweet smile faded from him remembering that day that Ghost had spatted all those ugly words your way. The emotions that you had packed away for a month bubbled up, threatening to spill. The dull pain of despair, the sharp jab of regret, the fluttering of frustration, and the everlasting pull of longing. They swelled and swirled around in your chest, threatening to make their way up to your mind. You swallowed them down, pushing them further away, trying your best to remain in control. If you weren’t careful, you’d tear up again. The last thing you wanted was to give Price an opening to comfort you. You knew you’d crumb into him if you did. You had to stay numb.
You stared blankly down at the rug as you heard Price making his way over to you. His boots came into view. They were muddy. He must’ve just gotten back from a mission.
“Sorry about the mess I’m making. Would you like me to take them off?” He motioned to the boots tilting his head down. You knew he was trying to coax you to look at him.
“You can if you want.” You didn’t look at him.
He slid them off and placed them next to the rug. He waited for you.
“Price, why are you here? Did Laswell send you?”
“No.”
That made you turn to look at him in confusion. A brief smile flashed on his lips celebrating this tiny triumph.
“Does she know you’re here?”
“No.”
“What do you want?”
“I…um I wanted to see how you were doing.”
“At midnight on a Wednesday?” You narrowed your eyes at him. He sheepishly checked his watch and looked back up at you with a pleading look.
“Ah, I didn’t realize it was so late. Just got back from a mission. We’ve been on one since you left.”
“You mean since I was forced to leave?” You weren’t going to let him get out of this one so easily.
“Yeah…right. Sorry about that.” He broke eye contact, glancing at the ground. He knew it was fucked up, but he wasn’t sure how to admit it.
“That’s it? You’re sorry about it?” You stood up, too exasperated to sit any longer. “Am I supposed to just forgive you like that? Am I in the fucking wrong for still being upset?” You faced him now, standing over him, looking straight into his eyes. But, he refused to look into your raging eyes. Instead he stared at your cocked hips and how your hands held them in a challenging stance. He quite liked the view.
“What you did was dangerous,” he stated blankly.
“Fuck you, Price. There was an opportunity and I took it.”
“For your own safety, you shouldn’t have.”
“Why am I being punished for fighting? I had to do something! I could’ve been captured!”
“Darling, we don’t have to go over this again. You shouldn’t have been out front.”
“Then you and your men should’ve had me on a fucking LEASH! Fuck, I can’t do anything right, can I? Despite everything else I do for every fucking mission, if I mess up some minor detail then the whole thing is fucked?”
“Your safety isn’t a minor detail.”
“Then why the fuck didn’t someone correct me in real time? Why the fuck is it always my fault after the fact?”
“You should know to be alert. You’re in a war zone after all.”
“I’m not a fucking SOLIDER, remember? Stop putting this on me. I’m a civilian helping you. You are in charge of my safety. Why am I being punished?”
“BECAUSE IT WENT TOO FAR.”
You recoiled and lowered the hand that was pointing at Price. Finally, you were getting somewhere.
“What?” you whispered.
Price sucked in a breath, trying to steady himself. He closed his eyes as he let out the breath. Rubbing his eyes, he mumbled, “We almost lost you, love.”
You waited for him to continue. He dragged his hand down his tired face.
“You’re right. Your safety is our responsibility and we failed you.”
“So…you sent me away…?”
“So that we could regroup and get our wits about us. We got too comfortable with you. We started to see you as one of us and that’s dangerous. You are much more valuable than one of us and it’s high time that we start to treat you like it.”
Price got up and slowly approached you. You allowed him to smooth your hair down with both of his hands, just like he did during your first mission with him.
“I’m sorry. None of this is your fault.”
You knew that he could see that tears were about to spill over, but you held out on him.
“But, Ghost-“
“Won’t be talking to you like that ever again, promise.”
You let out a shaky breath as Price pulled you in, his arms wrapping you in warmth. Your tears silently raced down your cheeks and onto his shirt. Your anger had faded and all that remained was a steady numbness. Price grounded you as he petted your hair and massaged the base of your neck. He shushed you as you let out a little sob.
“We’ve been too hard on you, sweetie. Once you had left and the dust had settled, we could all agree that we needed to appreciate you more and protect you better.”
You wrapped your arms around him and buried your face into his chest. He swayed you back and forth. “When can I start again?”
“Always so eager,” Price whispered into your hair as he planted a kiss on top of your head. “Since we just got back from a mission, we still need time to regroup, so it could be awhile. But, Laswell will probably call you in for support of other teams.”
You groaned in protest. You wanted to go back how it used to be. You missed the team immeasurably. “I know sweetie, but we have to get better for you, okay?” Price was right, it would be worth the wait. “But I’m here now.”
Indeed he was. You could feel his taunt chest against your cheek, his chest hair that you loved so much peering out the top of his shirt at you. His musk was strong and heady, a scent that you wished you could memorize. You decided to soak him in for now.
“Can you stay tonight?” You didn’t want to be alone.
Chuckling, Price hummed a yes. “Can I first use your shower? I’m a bit ripe at the moment. Didn’t get many showers with a month long mission.”
“I don’t mind your smell, but sure you can.” You rested your chin on his chest as you looked up at him.
Price licked his lips as he gently swiped away a falling tear. “I seemed to have forgotten how much of a dirty girl you are.”
You darted your gaze away from his lovely blue eyes in embarrassment, trying your best to avoid eye contact. You had forgotten how flustered he could make you. “I…well…I just-”
“No need to explain yourself, love. If you don’t mind, then I don’t mind either.” Price continued to look down into your watery eyes as you slowly backed him up to the edge of the couch. You pulled him into a gentle kiss as you slowly guided him to sit. You settled in his lap with his hands resting on your hips.
You ended the kiss early, catching him with his eyes closed and the softest expression on his face. You giggled as he opened his eyes with a knowing smirk. “You seem to be in a better mood. How about I take care of you tonight?”
He was so close to you. His lips glided against yours as he spoke. He held you close as you rubbed lightly at the base of his neck. “I’m quite capable of taking care of myself, wouldn’t you agree?”
He let out a little sigh before moving in for another kiss. “Yes, honey, you are. Will you ever forgive me?” He sounded desperate. You liked that.
“I’m working on it.” You gave him a cheeky smile as you continued to kiss him. You were deftly working your hands down his body, trying your best to keep him distracted. You sucked his tongue into your mouth as you undid his pants. Playfully, you nipped his tongue as you pulled away. He was out of breath, gazing at you as if he was afraid of losing you.
“What’s the plan for tonight?”
You could tell that he wanted to say more. Perhaps he wanted to apologize again or comfort you more as you wipe the remaining tears from your face. You liked him like this. Lost and fucking desperate. It was a stark reminder to him what it was like to be with you and what he would lose if he failed to keep you safe. But, this moment flitted by when he glanced down, realizing his pants were unbuttoned and unzipped.
“You distracted me.” He raked his eyes up your body as he turned his attention back to you, but to his surprise, you were already kneeling between his legs. You wanted to ruin him. You wanted to be the only thought that occupied his mind, taking up all the space, stretching out, basking in the warmth of his attention, making a home there. You wanted to drive him completely mad. You wanted to watch your demons dance with his in this fucked up world that you both continued to sacrifice so much for. You were greedy in your want, like a dragon drawn to gold, but all Price saw was your soft features that he lightly petted with his big hands.
You were going to ruin him, you knew it from how he drew in a soft, but sharp breath as you took out his growing cock. He needed a reminder that you were missing from him, that you are a requirement in his life, forever and always. “Let me take care of you tonight.”
“Are you sure? I could-”
You cut him off as you just allowed the tip of his cock into your wanting mouth. You lightly sucked, testing his sensitivity.
“Fuck, baby. Your mouth feels so-”
You slowly swallowed him, letting your mouth and throat relax. You took your time, enjoying how his legs quaked as your spit slicked his shaft. You felt him instinctively jump as you cupped his balls. A devastating breath left his lips as you finally finished swallowing him to his base.
“You’re going to be the death of me.”
You slowly released him with a pop as he gulped in deep breaths of air, flashing the most innocent eyes you could conjure up at him. “I don’t know what you’re on about.”
“You know exactly what you’re doing. Fuck, baby-”
You started to bob your head up and down, full strong strokes so that you could take him to the back of your throat, trying your best not to gag. He loosely wrapped his thick fingers in your hair as he attempted to hang on to some semblance of control.
“You’re going to make me drunk on you. Fuck, honey, you’re going to make me want you during the worst times. I’ll be distracted by this memory for the rest of my life.”
Price looked angelic as he rested his head back, mouth hung open in pleasurable agony, burly chest heavy, forearms clenching as his fingers slowly started to fist your hair.
Not wanting to take your mouth from him, but wanting to get a word in, you moved your mouth to his balls, lightly licking them while pumping his cock from base to tip at a leisurely pace. His face contorted in newfound pleasure.
Before you could talk, he muttered, “Fuck, you are perfect. I could never ask for anything more. I could never beg for anything better.”
“You look so pretty like this, Price.”
“Call me, John. Please.”
You hummed, “Anything you want, John,” as you took his cock back in your mouth.
The moan he let out egged you on, causing you to quicken your pace as you lightly cupped his balls. You watched him with teary eyes as you took him over and over again, as far as you could. It was truly beautiful to watch him. He was completely relaxed, but yet stiff with pleasure. You could tell the stress of the mission was gone for now, but a new tension had filled its place.
He caught you watching. And you loved it. As your eyes locked with his, you drove his cock deep into your throat. His expression was of a broken man on the verge of pure pleasure.
“Fuck me…Those eyes- Fuck, those eyes of yours will get you into so much trouble, baby.” He let his head fall back as you continued at a steady pace. But, you weren’t sated. You wanted him right at the edge. You took a moment to let yourself breathe.
Spitting on his cock, you continued to pump him. “John?”
“Hm? Yes, love?” You giggled. He was slurring his words as he lifted his head with great effort to look at you.
“Can you throat fuck me and cum on my face?” You wanted him, completely, in the most unholy of ways. You wanted to watch him take his pleasure from you.
“Fucking hell, love. What have I done to deserve this from you? Are you sure about this?” He looked delirious, as if he was wondering if this was a dream.
“Please.” You pouted up at him as you continued to work his cock in your hand.
“Fuck, baby. Are you begging?”
You frantically nodded. He leaned forward and ran a hand down the side of your cheek, caressing your face. His expression was still full of doubt, but you gave his hand a quick peck, trying to show that you meant it.
“Is it okay if I’m rough with you?” He continued to watch as you nodded yes in response.
“Okay, love. Please, just promise me that you will let me know if it is too much, yeah? Slap my thigh three times and I promise I will stop, okay?”
“Yes sir.”
“Fuck…you’re fucking perfect. Okay, love, Come here. That’s it. Let me guide my cock in. We will start slow, yeah? And build up the pace. I’m going to hold your head, if that’s okay?”
You gave him a thumbs up as he held his cock, guiding your mouth down on to it. You lightly braced yourself on his thighs.
“And how are you going to let me know if it’s too much?”
You instantly tapped his thigh three times with your palm.
“Good girl. Okay, okay…fuck I gotta try to time this just right. And not nut down your throat. A tall order, but anything my girl wants, she’ll get.”
He gently pushed your head up and down, letting you control the pace for now. You focused on breathing through your nose.
“That’s it, honey. Let me guide you. You’re doing great. Making me feel…fuck…making me feel amazing.” He struggled with his words as you slightly encouraged him to quicken the pace. He soon fell into line with the new pace. His guidance was a bit sharper now.
“Fuck, baby, you want me to use you, don’t you? Use that tight throat of yours?”
A gurgled moan came from you as his cock hit the back of your throat.
“Is-is it…fuck…it is okay if I thrust up into your throat?” He sounded so desperate, like it was a plea instead of a question. You gave him a thumbs up.
“Okay, I’m really going to give it to you, okay? Remember, please let me know if it’s too much.” You gave him another thumbs up.
His hips thrust upward with such surprising force that it knocked the wind out of you for a moment. His fingers gripped your hair like a vice as he pulled you down on to his cock. The moan that erupted from him was worth the tears that were falling from your eyes. He hammered into your throat, muttering praises as he went.
“You’re being…fuck me…you’re being such a good girl for your captain, baby.”
You started to gag from how fast he was going, but you resisted the urge to tap out.
“Yes, yes that’s it, take all of me. Oh, I know, I know it’s so much, but…please… take it all.”
Price was leaning fully into the couch so that just his upper back was pushing into the couch. His hips were elevated and thrusting into your face. You hung on as best you could, your nails digging into his thighs.
“Fuck, I’m already close, baby. You’re so good at this.”
You don’t remember how long he kept this pace up, but you just hung on for dear life and focused on his pleasure. The sounds he made were beautiful, ones of full blind pleasure with nothing to lose.
“Fuck, okay baby. Pull off. Pull off now.”
You did as you were told and pulled off. It took you a moment to catch your breath, but Price had your head pulled back by your hair with his cock hovering over your face. Once you were able to focus, you saw him furiously pumping his cock, inches from your face.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it? On your knees before me. You want me to paint your face, baby?”
You frantically nodded, waiting for him to climax. Tears ran down your face as you stared up at him.
“Beg for it. Beg for your Captain to cum on your face. Do it.”
You paused, trying to collect your thoughts, clumsily, desperate to form a sentence, but you took too long.
“Fuck, baby, please. Beg, now!”
“Please, Daddy!”
Your plea was instantly followed by cum coating your face. You closed your eyes as you felt more of it lightly hit your cheeks and lids, slowly dripping down.
“Christ, I…look what you made me do to you.” Price sounded broken and exasperated, as he used his shirt to quickly wipe your face and chest off. He pulled you into his arms, rubbing your back, comforting you.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, yeah I’m good,” you croaked as he held you in his arms. He rocked you back and forth, wanting to do more, but just trying to soak in the afterglow for now.
“Here, let me get you some water.” He laid you down on the couch and busied himself in your kitchen. You could hear him struggling.
“Cabinet above the microwave.”
“Ah, yes, thanks.”
He returned with the water in tow. He helped you sit up and brought the glass to your lips, guiding you to drink.
“You did amazing, sweetie. I uh I didn’t know you had it in you.”
“Anything for you, Captain.” You gave him a silly little salute and a sly grin as he brought the water back to your lips. You felt his warm gaze wash over you as you gulped down the rest of the water. As you finished the water, you watched him watch you. He was wearing quite a serious expression.
“Do my tits not pass inspection with flying colors, Captain?”
That made him crack a smile. “No, quite the opposite, love.”
He leaned in, squeezing them while kissing you on the nose. “Just thinking about how much I care about you,” he mumbled.
“Oh really? How much do you care about me?” You grinned as he moved down to your lips, kissing you fully.
“I would kill for you.” You pulled away, looking at him in shock, but he stared deep into your eyes, unphased. “I promise you, I will. ”
“It’s kind of part of the job, I guess.” You were trying to be reasonable.
“Let me put it like this, sweetheart. I would do war crimes for you.”
“Alright, I get it.” You laughed hesitantly.
“Sorry, I-I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable. I’m not the best at expressing myself.”
“No, no it’s okay.” You smiled up at him, rubbing his arm and lightly kissing his fingers that were holding your face. “I understand.”
Price wondered if you did though. Did you really understand how much you meant to him? He thought not, but he didn’t know how to describe it to you. How he felt content and protected with you. He would do anything you wanted. He wanted to spend more time with you, but he knew that this moment was coming to an end, one that he desperately wanted to prevent.
“I just…You are-”
The Kim Possible theme song chirped from the deep confines of your purse.
“Oh, that’s Laswell. I uh changed the ringtone to something more fun.” Padding over to your purse, you fetched the phone and flipped it open quickly.
“Hi, Laswell? Yeah, I can hear you…Okay, yeah I can do that. Yeah, I’m available. Okay, see you in a bit then.” Even before you got off the phone, you had already headed to your bedroom to start to pack your bags.
“What’d she say? No way we are already going on another mission.” Price followed you around as you frantically packed up your stuff.
“No you’re not, but the CIA contracted KorTac last minute and it seems they need some intel quickly. You know anyone from there?”
“Yeah, I do. They’re okay. Will you be going out into the field with them?”
“Ah ah Captain afraid I can’t say.” You gave him a wink as you whispered, “It’s top secret.”
“Alright, well, just be careful. Watch your back.”
“Don’t worry, Captain, I can take care of myself, remember?”
“Yeah, of course. How long will you be out?” He rubbed your hand as you finally gave him your full attention. He already looked at you as if he was lonely.
“Couple weeks, but no set timeline. We can talk once I’m back? Maybe also with the rest of 141?”
“Yeah, yeah that would be good. I’ll whip them into shape while you’re gone. And once you’re back, I can repay you for what you did to me tonight.”
“Only if you’re up for it.” You have him a wink, one that made him blush. “Okay, I got to go. There’s a car waiting for me outside. Lock the door behind you, okay?” You leaned up on your tippy toes and gave Price a kiss on the cheek as you rushed out the door.
He watched you get into the car from the window. He had a bad feeling about this unexpected last minute mission. Endless dangerous scenarios whirled around Price’s head as he locked your door and headed back to headquarters.
He knew that you weren’t specifically just 141’s tech support, but he couldn’t help feeling possessive. Ghost even shared the same sentiment as he asked for an update about you. Ghost huffed when he heard that you were being shipped off to support KorTac last minute.
“Heads will roll if anything happens to her. Watch us have to come in and clean up KorTac’s mess.”
“Don’t jinx it, LT,” Soap sighed as he reloaded his pistol and shot a few more rounds at the target in front of him.
“I’m just saying that we have had too many close calls with her. And I know we are better than KorTac, so it just makes me wonder how careful they will be. When she’s called in, it means it’s going to be an unusual mission. It complicates things.”
Price glared at Ghost. Ghost corrected himself quickly. “She doesn’t complicate things. It’s just that the nature of the mission is usually different, that’s all I mean.”
“Better, that was better.” Price was trying to get Ghost to change his tone about you. Thankfully, he was already improving.
Price tried to not think about the previous missions that had been repeatedly highlighted in his leadership training courses. The ones that frequently failed, were completely compromised, and where there were too many casualties to count. They all started with poor last minute planning. This would be your first time with a new unit, a private contractor at that. He prayed that you’d be able to hold your own and that they’d be able to get their shit together, for your sake.
Author’s note: Wow, it has been awhile since I’ve updated this…thanks for everyone’s patience…A lot has been happening, but things are generally looking up. I was set to release this chapter earlier this week, but my childhood dog passed away, so I’ve been dealing with that loss for the past few days. If you haven’t already figured it out, I don’t think I will be able to be on a regular writing schedule since I am currently getting my shit pushed in by my PhD research, but I will try my best to keep this fic going. I’ve outlined a few more chapters with another arc and some OC characters, so I’m excited to see where this fic ends up. Thanks for sticking with this shitshow of a writer! This creative outlet has so far been amazing, but I am just trying to figure out how to balance it with graduate school. Thank you for sticking with me through these growing pains! I hope everyone enjoyed this new chapter. It might be a bit intense…I tend to get my emotions out via writing and it really shows in this chapter. ✨ As always, I love interacting with readers, so don’t be shy (i.e. I love comments…fucking spam me with comments anytime you want. It doesn’t matter if it's been years since the fic was released, just comment away!!!!!)! ✨
Masterlist | AO3 | Next Chapter 8: Betrayal: That sinking feeling
Artwork prompt: You flew back again as the next grenade was propelled into the house and exploded. You hit the wall hard and fell to the ground. Created by AI on wombo.art
Word count: 1.7 k
Pairing: John Price x afab/fem!reader, Simon “Ghost” Riley x afab/fem!reader & light interaction with others from Task Force 141
Summary: You can’t seem to get away from the CIA. After a brief history of contract software analytics for the CIA, you decide you don’t want to contribute to the military industrial complex anymore, so you move on to a new promising startup company. You are quickly pulled back into the world of covert operations as a civilian specialist by being paired with the 141. There are plenty of challenges, but the most stubborn one you discover is Lieutenant Ghost. The combination of being seen as “carry on baggage” with the Brits’ “Keep Calm and Carry On” mentality makes it hard to keep up, but you slowly become a part of the essential support crew for the 141.
Warnings: typical MW2 CoD violence, brief p in v sex, blood, bullet wound
Author’s note: Hello, honey buns! Finally here with the next chapter. Ya gurl is going through the fucking ringer right now, so I don’t have much spare brain power for writing, but whenever I do I put in my best effort 🫡 Not much smut in this one, but a whole lot of action. Anddd some confessions of feelings *gasp* Hope y’all like it! Please let me know what your favorite part is!! Also, are there any scenarios that you’d be interested in seeing the reader in?? If so, leave a comment. If I like it, I might incorporate it into future chapters 😋
Fic song rec: Chocolate Piano by Orang-Utah (been playing this on repeat for months. Voice of Led Zeppelin with bass that reminds me of Mr. Big by Free. Also the album cover is giving old live action poorly dubbed Japanese Godzilla TV series that I grew up watching.)
Previous Chapter 4: Just once*
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Laswell’s voice crackled over the coms just as Ghost started to push inside you. “Safe house has been compromised. Retreat to the river.”
At first, you thought it was a joke that Ghost somehow had pulled on you. You cracked a smile until you felt him pull out of you.
“Fucking hell. Get dressed, we gotta move.”
He kept the lights off as he quickly put all of his layers back on. You scrambled to your hands and knees and quickly found your clothes.
“Ghost, get the fuck down here now.” Price sounded stern over the coms, but with a smidge of franticness. You guessed that this had never happened before with a safe house, hence the name safe house wouldn’t apply.
“Hurry up, we have to move now.”
Ghost was already halfway out of the bedroom. You pulled your pants and shirt on and limped after him. He took the stairs a couple at a time, almost leaving you behind. Price was waiting for you and Ghost while talking to the rest of the team.
“Gaz, Soap, meet us out back. Laswell, do we have a time estimate?”
“There right on top of you. Langley’s coms have been scrambled ever since the White House attack. Get out of there now.”
“Fuck, okay let’s go-“
All of a sudden you were on the ground surrounded by fragments of wood. Pieces of the furniture rained down on you. Your head spun as you tried to steady yourself. All you could hear was ringing and everything was happening in slow motion. Your vision was blurred, but you could feel a firm hand on your bicep pulling you away.
“Another RPG inbound!” Soap tried his best to warn you.
You flew back again as the next grenade was propelled into the house and exploded. You hit the wall hard and fell to the ground. Dazed, you tried your best to get up, but you could hardly make yourself move. You coughed as you desperately tried to take in your surroundings. Your vision was muddled and you were slow to process, but you did your best to try to react. The entire front of the house was missing from the multiple impacts. All of the furniture was destroyed and you finally found Ghost and Price also recovering from the second RPG. You could see red dripping from Price’s hairline as he picked himself up. Ghost spit out blood and he got up and crouched behind the wall that divided the kitchen from the living room.
You could tell he was looking for you, that both of them were looking for you, but you couldn’t muster the energy to shout to them, to even whisper to them. You just watched until their eyes that were desperately scanning the room fell on your limp body. You could see Price’s expression change and you could tell that Ghost had stiffened. Right as they both started running toward you, the bullets began to fly.
The hum of machine gun fire filled the air. Ghost and Price were forced to take cover back behind the wall. You still felt groggy, but you tried to drag yourself behind the remains of the tattered couch.
“Soap, Gaz, return fucking fire right now.”
You pulled yourself successfully behind the couch, but still somehow managed to get a bullet in your thigh. You could feel that. Fuck, yep you could feel that. Fuck yeah, you were back now. Everything came back quickly, reality rushing and overwhelming all of your senses. Bullets were flying around, bright and fast, buzzing and zipping, smoking and hot. The pain seared through you as the bullet embedded itself deep, burning flesh along the way. You screamed out, gripping your thigh in vain. Blood immediately started to gush out.
“Fuck. Fuck. MACTAVISH WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?”
You tried your best to steady your breathing as you put as much pressure on the wound as possible. You winced in pain and tears started to run down your cheeks.
“We are coming around the sides now. Almost there.”
“Hurry the fuck up, NOW! She’s been hit. Inner upper thigh near the femoral artery. We have to move NOW.”
“Yes sir. Returning fire now.”
You laid your head back as you pushed your hand harder against your thigh. It was soaked and slippery with blood. You tried your best to keep your eyes open by counting the pieces of rubble that surrounded you.
“Give them fuckin’ hell.”
Price rushed forward as Ghost also returned fire. Ghost launched an RPG of his own.They both moved as a unit toward you. Price pulled you into his arms and dragged you to the kitchen.
“Let’s fucking GO, LT!” Soap yelled as Ghost shot another RPG towards the enemy.
Price yelled to Soap and Gaz, “Meet us out back once you’re done.”
You screamed in pain as he lifted and dragged you. You watched as Ghost fired back at the enemy while you left a trail of blood in your wake. Your breathing was out of control, your pulse rapidly climbing. Price dragged you through the kitchen and threw the back door open.
“Gaz, take her legs, we are going to run to the river with her.”
All gun fire had stopped, at least for now. Gaz tried his best to gingerly pick up your legs. You whimpered out as you felt white hot pain zap through your thigh. Hot tears burned your eyes as they started to run with you. They were silent, just heavy breathing and thudding footsteps against the ground. It was so dark as they moved. The woods behind the safe house engulfed you, only letting you see the silhouette of the trees as you looked up to the starry night above.
“Laswell, we are almost to the river.”
“Good, get ready to swim. A marine recon unit is waiting for you.”
You heard a bullet whiz by you and then, in an instant, a furry of them rained down from behind you. The team kept moving despite the heavy fire. You heard splashing as Price started to run into the water. You felt the warm water engulf your back as the team started to swim. It muffled your hearing as your head temporarily dipped underneath the surface. Gaz and Price swam with you between them. Once your team hit the water, returning fire was zipping overhead from the recon unit. You watched as the black water lapped at your legs. The water brought some relief, but you were slipping. You could feel that you were about to leave this world.
“Fuck, keep your head DOWN.” Ghost yelled at you as the fire grew heavy.
You were pulled up onto the inflated boat. You yelled out from the rough movement. Ghost immediately covered your wound with his hand and pressed down. You whimpered out, gasping from the pain.
“I know, I know. I’m sorry, but I have to do this to keep you alive.”
You felt the boat surge forward as it sped up the Potomac River toward Langley. Your head hung to the side, not having any strength to keep it righted.
“Hey, hey, look at me. Come on, sweetheart. Look at me.”
Price’s hand held your head with his hand while moving the hair out of your face with the other. He smoothed your hair down while your half-lidded eyes took in his. He had an expression that you had never seen before. Was that fear?
Price temporarily left your view as Gaz started to apply his med kit to your leg. Price stayed next to you with your head in his lap. You smiled up at him as you overheard Soap’s and Ghost’s conversation.
“LT, why ya have a hard on right now?”
“Shut up, you fucking idiot.”
You guessed he was still hard from your time together and perhaps the adrenaline had kept it up.
“Wha? You have a hard on, come on look at it.”
“Stop shining your fucking light on it.”
You giggled as your eyes slipped closed. All you could hear was Price yelling your name trying to keep you awake as you passed out.
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“Fuck, Laswell, what was that? That was a strategic attack on a safe house. A safe house on U.S. SOIL! Not even 30 miles from Langley. I have NEVER seen or heard of that ever happening!” Price’s heavy footsteps echoed against the tile.
“There was a data breach right when the White House was hit. It was brief, but they knew what they were after. All safe houses within a 100 mile radius were raided in a similar fashion. Coms were scrambled right when we pinned what information was leaked.”
“Are you telling me the White House attack was used to push agents in DC into safe houses so that they could be targeted?”
“Sure does look that way, especially since the White House was not occupied. The question is, was it specifically to find her.”
“Why would they target her? There’s no way anyone knows about her, right?” Ghost sounded skeptical.
“We can’t rule anything out, not yet. Keep an eye on her, yeah? I have to go into another meeting.”
“Yeah, we got her.”
The door shut as Laswell left. You wanted to open your eyes and tell them that you were fine, but you just couldn’t muster the strength. You just laid there eavesdropping.
“Fuck, Price, we almost lost her. That was too close.”
“Yeah, yeah I know. But, she’s a fighter, that’s for sure.”
“Yeah, she sure is.”
“Timing was really impeccable too.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, I was about to finally sink into that tight cunt of hers. Made sure she was good and ready for me too. I look forward to the day that it can finally happen.”
“I look forward to the day that I can do the same. Glad to hear that you are treating her well. You’ve been tough on her, you know?”
“Yeah…well I’m starting to care about her…and that scares me.”
“Me too, mate. Me too.”
That made you smile. Two of the most rough and tough military men out there now care about some washed up techy. Looks like you really out did yourself. You smiled to yourself as you let exhaustion overtake you.
Author’s note: My boo suggested that the enemy ambush them at the safe house. I was legit not going to do it, but apparently it never happens in the game, so I wanted to try it. Lol, I didn’t even tell him that we were in the middle of smutty time, but I think it worked quite well, yeah? It’s fun being a bit of a tease sometimes 😏 Also, it seems that I like to dangle the reader really close to the edge of death too.
If you enjoyed this series so far, please consider checking out my oneshots with Ghost & Price: A quiet fisting, Free use assistant, Coconut oil: a versatile substance (soft part 2 to Free use assistant, Let me use you
As always, feel free to interact with me (in any way you’d like). I enjoy hearing from everyone, so please don’t be shy 😊 Thanks!! 💕
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Artwork prompt: You didn’t ask questions anymore, you just got on the massive military transport plane and took a long nap while it whisked you away to wherever they needed you next. Created by AI on wombo.art
Word count: 2.6k
Pairing: John Price x afab/fem!reader, Simon “Ghost” Riley x afab/fem!reader & light interaction with others from Task Force 141
Summary: You can’t seem to get away from the CIA. After a brief history of contract software analytics for the CIA, you decide you don’t want to contribute to the military industrial complex anymore, so you move on to a new promising startup company. You are quickly pulled back into the world of covert operations as a civilian specialist by being paired with the 141. There are plenty of challenges, but the most stubborn one you discover is Lieutenant Ghost. The combination of being seen as “carry on baggage” with the Brits’ “Keep Calm and Carry On” mentality makes it hard to keep up, but you slowly become a part of the essential support crew for the 141.
Warnings: typical MW2 CoD violence, semi-public sex, bathroom sex, lots of neck kisses, watching in bathroom mirror, sweatyyyy, forced eye contact, hitting it from the back, creampie, gentle aftercare
Author’s note: Heya y’all. It has been a hot minute. A lot has been going on, some really good stuff (big move to start new exciting PhD research, 2 of my fav people got married, lots of family time) and some really bad stuff (someone very close to me died suddenly, stress of moving, leaving some really great friends, being super far from my support network). All of that has caused me to take a step away from fanfic writing for a bit. I’ve just been soaking up all of the feelings (the good, the bad, and the ugly) , letting myself grief, and trying to make sense of how short life is.
Speaking of life being short, I’ve slowly started to write NSFW audio scripts on Reddit. Check out my cute lil profile here: https://www.reddit.com/user/ig-you-idiot.
With all of that being said, I am back. I’ll try to write *something* every week. This could include a fanfic oneshot, Carry On chapter, Synecdoche chapter, NSFW audio script, OR I am starting to work on an OC story of me trying to creatively understand what afterlife might be like (I’m super excited about it!).
It’s great to be back. I hope everyone enjoys this new chapter. As always, I love interacting with readers, so don’t be shy!
Fic song rec: Daughter of Zion by Glenn Schwartz, Joe Walsh, & Dan Auerbach
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“Can someone turn up the AC? I’m melting in here.” Laswell used the back of her hand to wipe sweat from her forehead. Where ever they had flown you to, it was fucking humid. You didn’t ask questions anymore, you just got on the massive military transport plane and took a long nap while it whisked you away to wherever they needed you next.
“Sorry ma’am, it’s already on high.”
“Alright, well start the brief without it then.”
Whatever this was, it was big. The room was packed with soldiers, support crew, generals, and everything in between. Price had somehow gotten a seat right next to you. Ghost wasn’t so lucky. He had whispered a subtle, “Hello sweetheart”, as he passed you to the other end of the table. Soap and Gaz flanked him.
Heat rose to your cheeks as you remembered the night at the safe house, well the part before you almost bled out, and you thought of their words professing how they cared about you. Were they true?
You half listened to the brief. Something about drugs and guns. That’s all you got. You tried to will yourself to focus, but you really didn’t have it in you. Laswell seemed to notice and nudged you whispering, “Everything okay?”
You gave her a smile that didn’t meet your eyes and a thumbs up. That seemed to fool her for now. Just as you let your smile fall, you caught Ghost staring at you. You held his gaze and all that fucker did was tilt his head, as if he was egging you on. You only broke away when Price nudged you and gave you a judgmental look telling you to stop messing with Ghost.
You huffed and turned your attention back towards the dull briefing. Why the fuck was your team being so clingy?
You tried to brush it off, but you could tell they were still watching you. It must’ve been because of the safe house incident. It took you a while to physically recover and Laswell got you an official therapist to talk with, but you still had your guard up. The therapist probably had to report everything to her so you purposely stayed distant.
This was your first mission back, first one in three months. You hated to admit it, but you had missed working with Laswell and the boys. You would have preferred coming back on a smaller mission, one with less eyes, but beggars can’t be choosers. From the little you gathered from the briefing, you were just there for potential support, if needed. Hopefully you’d just be able to chill while others did all the work. It was good to be back, but you still weren’t thrilled by the work.
When the brief had finally finished, Laswell guided you and the boys to one of the corners of the room. “Alright, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost will be out there working with the Shadow Company. Everyone else will stay here.”
You gave a little salute to Ghost as he left and he flipped you the bird. He seemed to be in a good mood today.
The mission lasted forever. It was going on the 25th hour and you had tried to take a nap, but your back was killing you. You really wanted to curl up in Price’s lap, but there was an audience. A huge audience of other techies and higher ups all working to keep the op going smoothly. You swear that Price has been looking at his laptop the entire time. He had definitely been chugging coffee the entire time too.
You watched him lazily as he downed the remains of his latest cup. You could tell that he had just shaved to touch up his beard. His neck was completely clean of any hair. His Adam's apple bobbed and you nearly whimpered. You had missed him so much. To say the least, you were touch starved. After the safe house, you had really kept to yourself, not going out on any more dates, not that they ever really provided much desired physical contact.
Slowly tracing up his muscular neck, his lips were set in a slight smile now. You could watch them read you a phonebook and you’d still be hypnotized. His hand rubbed at his beard, the subtle scrape of his beard on his fingertips filled your ears.
You blinked your eyes a few times as you stifled a yawn. Fuck, you were losing it. You needed to somehow stay awake. But first you needed to finish admiring Price. His crows feet around his eyes were your favorite part. And his kind eyes, they always stood out to you, especially when you were surrounded by death on the battlefield.
His baby blue eyes stared right into yours. At first, you held his gaze, just admiring him, until you realized that he was, in fact, watching you watch him. You gulped, got up briskly from the chair you were leaning back in, and mumbled that you had to use the restroom.
Just as you were closing the restroom door, a large hand shot out preventing the door from closing completely. You groaned in embarrassment and annoyance as Price’s smirking face came into view. You pushed harder, quickly wiping the smirk from his face as he was caught off guard with your strength.
“Come on, let me in. Just want to have a chat, that’s all.”
You ran your hand down your face as you allowed him to push the door open. He quickly came in and shut the door, locking it before turning to you. The restroom was a single small narrow room. You both were practically chest to chest as you stood facing each other. He towered over you, but you refused to look up at him, instead opting to look straight on at his fatigue green uniform that clung to his sweat ladened body.
“Look at me, love.” He tried in vain to lift your chin, playfully seeking out your eyes that he so loved. You resisted still, swatting at his hand.
“What are you doing in here? Trying to get me fired?” You whispered to him, still looking anywhere but his face.
“Nah, love, they’d never fire you. Too valuable.”
“And, I suppose, you’re too valuable to fire too, hm?”
You had accepted your fate and allowed him to lift your chin so that he could gaze into your eyes.
“Yeah, something like that,” he mumbled as he leaned down and captured your lips with his.
“I love it when you look at me like that. Makes me go wild.” He said between kisses, but you tried to squirm away from him out of embarrassment. You leaned your head back, trying desperately to get a breath in. He took that as his opportunity to bend down more and lick up your neck.
“I-I didn’t mean to ogle. The heat and lack of sleep are getting to me.” You felt breathless as he kissed and licked on your neck, hands roaming and squeezing. You eyed his crotch, a tent rapidly forming.
“That’s alright, sweetheart. I don’t mind.” He took a breath and traced his hands from your back to your face, framing it. “You can look freely now, if you’d like.”
His kind eyes took you in and you just melted. His crows feet crinkled as he smiled at you. Eyelashes so lush, fluttering against his cheek. His baby blues reminding you of clear summer skies. His lovely lips were curved in an unbothered smile.
“You’re beautiful, Price.”
“Ah, love, thanks, but that adjective can only be used for you.”
“Alright, then you’re a proper dilf.”
That made him chuckle. He considered you with a mischievous look of narrowed eyes and furrowed brow. He slid his hands down to your hips as he whispered, “Now that’s more like it. Turn around, sweetie.”
He didn’t miss a beat and turned you around when you took too long. You were faced with your reflection in the mirror. Your lips were swollen and your neck flushed red from his rushed kisses. You looked dazed and your hair was so frizzy from the ineffable humidity. Sweat was building at your hairline, but you could barely focus on how hot you felt since Price was at your neck once again. His large form bent, head buried at the crook of your neck. You leaned back into him, enjoying his attention. You watched in the mirror, his hands gripping your tits, the motion causing your bra straps to slip from your shoulders. Your breasts bulged as he pressed them against you in your buttoned up dress.
He continued his worship, humming as he kissed your neck while using his deft fingers to slide your bra off. His stubble rubbed and irritated you, making you giggle and flinch away from him.
“Mmm sorry about the beard, love. I’ll soon let you be once I’m inside you.” He grinded his hard on against your ass as he unbuttoned the top of your dress. He was slow and lazy, allowing himself to indulge in your neck and occasionally your lips, forcing you to twist and crane your lips back for him. He left you breathless every time.
Finally, when your bra was off, he played with your breasts. Peaking your hard nipples while kissing you and stealing glances at you through the mirror.
“Absolutely perfect, sweetness. You know that, right? You are absolutely perfect.” He whispered into your ear as you whimpered at his praise, not used to it, but more than willing to accept it.
At some point, he had unzipped his fly and lowered his pants and briefs to release his hard cock. You could feel it against you. He took a moment to breathe.
“If you want me to stop, just tell me.”
“P-please don’t. Please Price.”
“Call me John. Remember?”
You mumbled an apology as he leaned you against the sink counter while bunching up your dress around your hips.
“No need to apologize, love. Just be a good girl for me and arch that back.” You did as you were told, which elected a “Good girl” from John. He silently rubbed the tip along your slit, coating his cock with your slick.
“J-john, please. Please cover my mouth with your hand. I won’t be able to be quiet.”
“Like this, sweetheart? Oh yeah, you like that don’t you? I can feel how your pussy just clenched around nothing. You like it when I take over, when I’m in control?”
You nodded your head fervently.
“I know, sweetness. I know. Let me take over from here. Just let go and let me in.”
He watched you closely in the mirror with hooded eyes as he pushed his thick cock into your tight cunt.
“Keep your eyes fucking open, sweetheart. Look at me. Yes, that’s it.”
You could feel his breath at your ear as he slowly started to thrust into you. You tried your best to keep quiet, but it was difficult, so difficult with John groaning and moaning while groping up your body as he keenly watched you in the mirror.
You could hear every small noise and breath he made, making this feel so intimate. Quick bathroom fuck aside, this felt like love making. You watched him sweep your hair to the side, letting him have full access to your neck. His tongue was deft and exact while his lips flushed your delicate skin in a way that can only be described as sloppy.
He wrapped one of his arms around your waist, effectively protecting you from being rammed into the bathroom counter. His thick arm easily wrapped around you fully, encasing you in him. His other hand stayed firm covering your mouth.
He picked up the pace, his hips pistoning into yours over and over. His moans turned to grunts. Your whimpers turned to moans, the air within you being punched out with each thrust. His cock incessantly rubbed your g spot, making your eyes roll back.
“Fucking look at me.”
That was the Captain Price speaking. He was using his commanding voice at you, the one he used over comms when yelling at the boys. It made your pussy clench.
“Fuck, I love it when you do that. Such a slut for my cock, hm?” He breathed against your neck as he bent you further over the counter, your hands shooting out to support you.
“Please, John.”
How was he supposed to know what you were talking about? What you wanted? You wanted him to bend you to his liking. To dominate you till the end. To do what he liked with you. You wanted him to take control and you just be there for the ride. Your muffled plea should’ve gone unnoticed, but it didn’t.
No, John knew. He knew deep down that you craved for him to use you like a fuck toy to no end. He could see it in the way you looked at him. You wanted a break from thinking and John was more than willing to take you there.
“I know, baby. I know.”
He continued the fast pace as he rearranged you to his liking. He lowered your torso to drape over the counter, but with your head still facing the mirror, his hand tight over your moaning mouth. He pulled one of your legs up, spreading you out, with it bent at your side propped on the counter.
He had his hand at your hip making sure to keep your ass close and protect you as much as he could from the counter while his other hand pulled your head up so he could still see you while keeping you quiet.
“Perfect, fucking perfect. Exactly how I’ve always wanted to fuck you.”
The bathroom was filled with the sound of him slapping against you, fucking you into the counter. His sweat dripped off of him due to the amount of force and speed behind his hips. He gritted his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut, and muttered a “Fuck” as you tightened around him again.
“Let me in, sweetie, let me all the way in.” He pulled your other leg up so that you were fully spread on the counter for him. “That’s it, sweetie. I promise I got you. Such a good slut, letting me fuck you quick in the bathroom.”
His hand on your hip now moved to your shoulder and used it as leverage to fully seat himself into you. You clenched around him, causing him to groan out as he picked up the pace again. His fingers dug into your shoulders as he hammered into your hips.
He scooted closer to you, using his hand to angle your hips up while he practically climbed on top of you. The new angle made you see stars, a high pitched moan emitting from behind his large hand.
He shushed you, whispering, “I’m going to give it to you. Be patient, love.”
Despite your best effort to wait for him, your eyes rolled back as he brought you to a sudden orgasm that stole your breath away. You collapsed forward as John moved his hand from your mouth to the counter top, propping himself up as he continued to thrust deep and fast into you, bringing himself to cum deep inside you.
All you could hear was deep breathing slowly decreasing in frequency as you both caught your breath. The bathroom was cramped and sticky, but you savored his cock still nestled deep inside you. He held you there against the counter as he gently moved your hair so he could lightly kiss at the back of your neck. You laid on the counter, it cooling your skin as his lips and hands caressed your tired body.
“Is that what you were begging for?”
“Yes, John. I’ve missed you so much.”
Author’s note: If you enjoyed this series so far, please consider checking out my oneshots with Ghost & Price: A quiet fisting, Free use assistant, Coconut oil: a versatile substance (soft part 2 to Free use assistant), Let me use you.
As always, feel free to interact with me (in any way you’d like). I enjoy hearing from everyone, so please don’t be shy 😊 Thanks!! 💕
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