#cod agere

[countrycritter]

What I imagine that 141 would do as “caregivers” (lowkey agere if that’s alright 😓)

Price was considered fatherly already, but experiencing one of his teammates being tiny increased it. He's the type to tie your shoes or help slip them off at the end of the day. He's the one to make sure you're tucked in properly at bedtime, which he enforces very strictly. The others often try to get him to let you stay up longer but he knows when his little one needs to sleep. So locked in he tries to baby you even when you're not in that headspace. Safe to say Price is the main caregiver.

Gaz likes to take advantage of you feeling tiny because it makes you extra sleepy and cuddly. When you're not, cuddling isn't even in the equation. But when you are, he loves just spending the entire day laying on the couch with you tucked into his side covered in a soft blanket. Nobody has seen you? Probably being tiny and laying on Gaz while watching your favorite TV shows and movies. He's the best at getting you to take naps (and usually falls asleep with you).

Soap riles you up 24/7. As soon as he gets word that you're feeling tiny from one of the others he's immediately gathering stuff to play with you. He already loves doing stuff with you on a normal day; but having a little buddy to play with and coo at? Even better. It doesn't matter if you're hyper or calm, loud or quiet, he's finding a game to play. You can even have the itty bittiest baby headspace and he still finds ways to have fun. Soap gets allegations of also being tiny because of how much he loves playing with toys with you, but he doesn't care.

Ghost was very hesitant whenever he first found out about your headspace. Even after the others became comfortable and fit into the role perfectly, he still felt out of the mix. Everyone knew how iffy he was around children, but maybe it would be different because it was you. If he ever found you feeling tiny, he would just hand you off to one of the others. They knew what to do and how to care for you. But over time he grew a little fond of holding you in his lap while he worked. You would simply curl up on his lap and lay against his chest while he typed on his computer or scribbled out reports with a pen. Admittedly, he grew to love the company.

Lemme know if y'all love the casual tiny propaganda (i love calling headspace being tiny)

[rawkonig]

caregiver!price - little!reader

caregiver!price has been on my mind so much recently i need to write about him and little!reader.

price has been away for so long. some mission that he couldn’t talk about, not to civilians at least. you didn’t mind, you appreciated what he did and praised him constantly for it, but you weren’t one for the bloody details. price knew your stance on war.

but he’d been away for so long, leaving you with the house and with the dog, the cute chubby golden retriever that you two owned was like a newborn baby. it was stressful, especially knowing that price may never come home. not that you worried about it too much, price always came home, but the thought still sat at the back of your head. some nights it creeped up on you like a monster, coming out from under the bed to grab at your feet and rip your blanket off.

those were the worst nights. the type of nights where you snuggled up with chief, your dog, and held price’s pillow close.

but when he came home, and had those few days off afterwards? oh those were the best days of your life!! price always had something fun to do, making sure you were constantly doing something with him. he’d get down on his old man knees and color with you, taking your instructions on what colors to use— and chuckling every time you hustled him to stay inside the lines.

he’d carry you around on his hip no matter your size, it’s literally the reason he continues to work out so much. holding you was his favorite pastime. oh and the way he would put you to sleep :( holding you so close on the couch, rocking you every so slightly to sleep. and then he’d bring you upstairs once you were passed out, tucking you in with the blanket all up to your chin, staying there and rubbing your back until he was sure you wouldn’t wake.

“papa!!” you would squeal every time price came in to give you little kisses on the cheek, running away from his scratchy beard.

“my girl!” he would always call out in response, arms wide open for a huge hug he’d never get, complaining he’s too itchy to hug.

just wanted to write a little blurb bc i love caregiver!price so much :( wish i knew him fr

!! masterlist !!

[theclowncarcircus]

No one on your team knew you were a regressor. You didn't tell anyone really, a few friends who were also littles knew, but that was about it.

You couldn't help but feel ashamed, looking around at how well your team handled their traumas without pacifiers or stuffed animals. You were already the youngest on the team, you didn't need to make it worse by making them take care of you.

That's why when Price walks into your barracks while you're playing with your plushies, your pacifier drops from your mouth, and you begin to wail.

"Woah woah! Kiddo, calm down!" Price immediately rushes to your side, getting down to your level. You pull away from him a little, clutching your stuffed bear tight to your chest.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I'll be big, I promise!" You hiccup, which makes Price's heart break. He takes you by the shoulders, squeezing them to get your attention.

"Breathe, kid. Look at me and breathe." He orders, but in a much softer tone than you'd ever heard him use. You do as he says, breathing in shakes bursts at first until they finally evened out. Tears still steadily dribble down your face, your chest hitching with your leftover sobs. "Why were you hiding being a regressor, kid? Hmm? You're not the only one on the team who regresses, you know."

"Huh?" You feel yourself flush at the noise, chewing at your bottom lip. Price chuckles fondly and pats your cheek.

"We can talk about it in the morning. It's late for little soldiers. You should be in bed." He hums, which makes you pout a little. He taps your bottom lip softly which makes you giggle, before he picks you up and sets you in bed.

"Let's clean this off." Price sighs as he grabs your pacifier and wipes it down with a baby wipe. You happily take the offered comfort item, laying down when Price tucks you in.

You let out a little squeak when he kisses your forehead, but you can't deny it feels amazing. You hadn't been tucked in in years. "Welcome to the family, Y/N." He coos, gently rubbing your back. "Now get some sleep."

[em0goose]

Little!Simon just makes sounds to ask for things and Price has to figure out if he wants baba (nik), baba (bottle), bubba (soap), or aba (gaz)

[fawnsre]

. ˚🏴‍☠️ ˚ regressor ! simon ‘ghost’ riley ᵎ ➶ . ˚ ༉‧!

[spacecowboyy0]

soap babysitting little reader for the day and little reader is just regressed so young so theyre staring at soap with those big eyes no thought behind them just creeping out soap until he finally opts out and calls simon or john like “your kid is scaring me”

just a small thing! love the idea of soap being a babysitter lmao i can totally see this happening, he just needs time to learn!

You're not doing anything, but that's the problem. Johnny is a little freaked out by your big eyes, that make him feel like you can see through him. You're sitting in a little nest that Simon set up for you on the living room floor, before he had to leave. A blanket to rest on, with pillows in a circle, creating a little area for you. You've got your favourite stuffies beside you, that you were playing with, but now you're just watching him.

Your pacifier bobs softly and slowly, but that's the only movement you make.

"Just stay there I guess.... I'll, uh, be just in the other room." Johnny goes into the guest room, and takes his phone out of his pocket. John picks up on the third ring.

"Are they ok?" John immediately asks.

"Yes, uh or I think so. Look Price, I don't know if I can do this alone, you said Kyle's coming right? Your kid’s just... staring at me, it's making me feel weird."

"I told you, he’s coming at 3:30. If they're not crying, and the rest of their needs are met, then you’re fine Johnny.”

“I think Simon’s corrupted them, the way they're looking at me is just like him.” 

Soap hears some shuffling on the other line and then Simon’s voice fills his ear. 

“Put the phone on speaker, lemme talk to them.”

“Uhh ok, one sec.” He walks out of the room and into the living room, squatting in front of them. He puts the call on speaker. “Ok they can hear you.”

“Hey kiddo, are you having a good time with Johnny?” You recognize Simon’s voice and reach for the phone. Johnny moves it away from your wandering hands but still keeps it close to you. You babble, but it’s more happy noises than anything. 

“See? They’re fine, I didn’t fucking corrupt them.” Simon grumbles, but is secretly pleased to hear your cute noises. 

“Price, you’re letting him curse like that in front of your kid?” Johnny questions. 

“Listen, we gotta go,” John tells him, “you’ll be fine, just put on a show or something for them.”

Before he can respond, John hangs up on him. Johnny turns his phone off and then looks at you. “Alright kid, I think Blue’s Clues sounds good, yeah?'"

[rawrpup]

He didn't wake up small. Usually, Simon woke up small if he was going to regress but today he just woke up. And he felt fine. If not a little tired, but otherwise he felt alright.

And then it rained.

He dropped fast as rain pelted the windows, the ache in his bones setting in as the weather changed. His feet felt like heavy bricks that someone was trying to pound away at. His knee kept popping and his back cramped and his hips ached. It just hurt!!

He was sitting in the common room couch, definitely not pouting, when he came to the realization he wanted Mama. But Mama was so far away! And his feet hurt and the floor was cold and if he came out from under his blanket he'd just die! He knew it!!

He couldn't help it as whines escaped, squirming and writhing where he lie. He tried everything to get the pain to stop. He arched his feet and curled his legs and hunched over. But it hurt. It hurt and it hurt and the whines turned to sobs, chest hitching painfully with each breath.

The sobs were loud enough to draw attention and he curled into himself when he heard footsteps enter the room. He just wanted Mama, Mama would fix him.

Price was alarmed at the sound of sobs coming from the common room as he walked by. He redirected his attention towards the sound and came to the sight of a quite little Simon Riley. He sighed softly and sat on the edge of the couch, gently touching his arm.

"Little one," he cooed gently, brushing his hair back. "What's wrong?"

"Hurts." Simon sobbed harder at the site of Mama, immediately doing everything he could to get in his lap. "Hurts, Mama!"

Price clicked his tongue and pulled Simon in his lap. He should have known that the rain would get to him. He stood, blanket secure around him, and carried him oh so gently to his room. He helped him put on some socks for the aches in his feet and he laid him down on his stomach, something comfortable for his back and hips.

But Simon wasn't having it, wailing when he was out of Price's arms. Price was startled by the sudden noise. He didn't let it phase him though, sliding into the bed along Simon, holding him to his chest.

Simon tried to wrestle his shirt off, crying and scratching at himself as he did, the fabric overwhelming him. Price mumbled softly reassurances as he helped him slip off his shirt, quickly discarding his own.

He adjusted Simon to lay against his chest again and Simon melted at the skin-to-skin contact. His wails quieted down until all that was left were soft hiccups. Oh, his poor boy. Price hated seeing his baby in such pain. He held Simon until the boy was comfortable enough to slip the blanket back over. Safe to say he held him through the night too. Paperwork be damned, Simon needed him.

And if Price didn't show up to any of his morning meetings the next day? Well, it's nobodies business.

[k1ttayybrainz]

CG Price moodboard

He's so #dadcoded