141 x cook!reader
Warnings: Swearing, f!reader, toxic behavior
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When you got back to work the night after visiting Price, things were semi okay.
Soap and Gaz were back to normal.
There was still a small twinge of awkwardness in public with Price.
Nothing that couldn't be fixed with a quick check in.
Ghost however was no where to be seen for the first few days.
"Give him a few days." Gaz explained. "He's been eating his own cooking. He'll be sick of his bullshit cooking eventually."
And wouldn't you know it.
The walking shadow comes into your neck of the woods by the third day.
You don't acknowledge him. He doesn't say anything.
This goes on for a few days until finally he breaks the painful silence you've come to put on yourselves.
"Crook, a word?"
"You just said three of em, Lieutenant."
He stands there, and you have to fight the smile back when you see his eye twitch.
"I'd like to talk to you...privately."
"I'd like an apology first."
You know you're pushing his buttons. And this is really not necessary.
But you can't help it.
You wanted the boys to hurt just a little longer. And the other three already got to your good side.
You don't want this to be easy.
"Y'didn't need one when you waltzed into Price's office."
"What the Captain and I talked about is none of your business."
You're so grateful half of the cafeteria is gone. And your crew is in the kitchen. No one's around.
"It does when it involves me."
You laugh. "involves you? You haven't said a word to me since Marco got cleared from medical-"
"So you can go in Price's office and do fuck all, while I can't get you to the side to talk this out?"
You hate what his tone attempts to imply.
"Price and I had a conversation."
"And then you kissed and made up and lived happily ever after. Heard that, not interested-"
"You what I'm interested in, Simon?" You lean over the pancakes you've just put in the tray. "A fucking apology."
Ghost stares. It's wide, and full of rage but he doesn't let his body show it.
"You think we don't know what you're doing?" He spats, clanging the plate he was just holding onto the trays' counter. "You're wrapping us around your pretty little fingers, who's to say you won't use that-"
"I'll stop you there."
You're voice goes gravely. The few people that were there, look over their shoulders. Given what's just happened the past few weeks, they know better than to intervene.
"I've offered to step back, multiple times. I've offered to keep things clean and simple. You four are the one's that pursued me. Me."
You take his plate, pinching two of the smallest pancakes in front of you and plopping them onto the plastic porcelain-like dish.
"Don't ever insinuate I want something bad to happen here. You know that isn't me at all. You'd know it more if you didn't brush me off the way you did when shit hit the fan."
You point your finger at him.
"Don't fucking forget, Simon. You four left me to fend for my fucking self. and you couldn't have cared less for it."
Ghost's throat goes dry, thinking of something quick to say. But he comes out empty.
Wordlessly, you hand him his plate, and turn to disappear into the kitchen.
imagine if word gets around that Crook is getting too friendly with the 141, the men have taken it upon themselves to make sure your reputation doesn't get affected
when in reality they just fuck it up themselves. Tremendously.
Warning: Brief mentions of blood, jeopardizing rumors, angst with no comfort, very very very very much incorrect writing of how kitchens work on bases
ALSO: if you don't like how I format this series bro, just go away, you don't have to tell me lmao.
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✦ So like just imagine that unbeknownst to you, something's changed within the base. Of course, you wouldn't see it right away, you're in the kitchen every hour of the day.
✦ But little things start to catch your eye.
✦ The way a group of new soldiers tend to watch you when you interact with Gaz. The scoff that escapes one of the rookies after you assure Ghost there are still rolls they are just not ready. The sigh escapes another soldier right when Soap tries to make conversation.
✦ You don't mention anything about it. Mostly because what are you gonna do about it?
✦ You're the one making their food after all.
✦ But then the week's chore schedules come out. And you're irritated as fuck.
✦ Because why the hell is Sevan and Jason being pulled out of their shifts?
✦ You need Sevan for the lunch rush. And you need Jason desperately for the breakfast rush too. On top of that, Lottie isn't even in the kitchen with you for some fucking reason. She's not even a soldier.
✦ The only ones that stay put are Marco and Paul, who are just employees.
✦ So naturally you take it to Ms. Copper.
✦ "Hey so is there something wrong with the schedule? My crew isn't where I need them to be."
✦ Ms. Copper raises her brow, tilting her head in confusion.
✦ "There shouldn't be a change, Crook. Let me take a look."
✦ So she sees the same thing you do and with her own authority just simply changes it back! Easy.
✦ Until You notice Price’s heated gaze on Jason as he laughs about something Paul said to him out the window and switches the trays of food the next morning.
✦ Until you see Simon silently staring across the way to Sevan helping the dishwashers, collecting dirty plates and utensils.
✦ Dinner was fine until you were getting ready for clean up and Price came marching in. "And just where the bloody hell were you two muppets this morning."
✦ You were shocked at his volume, his pointed glare, even his tense posture. He looked like a Captain alright.
✦ "What's happenin' here?"
✦ Price’s arms are crossed, as his glare gets transferred to you. "These two were here playing kitchenmaid when they were meant to be at training."
✦ "Yeah I know, I had the schedule switched when it came out. I thought you got the update." You respond, looking back at Jason and Sevan as they joined just to catch Marco before the trio left for the night. “Both of you weren't working the dinner shift so-”
✦ “We were at training,” Jason explains. “We just weren’t meant to be with the morning team.”
✦ Sevan only nods, but the two look almost fearful. You can imagine what their punishment is for skipping training of all things.
✦ Price looks deep in thought before he blinks and waves his hand off. “Carry on then.” Is all he states before he turns to leave.
✦ You hear the two soldiers sigh in relief when he leaves but dammit. What was the point of all that?
✦ When your crew finishes with clean up, and you’ve removed your uniform into your civilian clothes, you head out to find Price.
✦ Passing other soldiers you miss their small glances, the small whispers behind your back. How could you focus on them? After all you had one thing on your mind and besides, you figured the soldiers liked you at least. No way they would turn around and talk about you like that right?
✦ A gruff ‘come in’ brings you to poke your head through the now-opened door. You see Price sitting down with Ghost looking over his shoulder at his computer. What it could be you have no clue.
✦ But you don’t think you want to ask after Ghost pats him quickly on the arm and watches as Price quickly clicks to something else. It has you pause for a moment, quickly bringing a nervous smile to your face. “Bad time?”
✦ “No, Love,” Price coughs, waving his hand in front of his face. “No not at all. What’s the matter? Someone giving you trouble?”
✦ You scoff, crossing your arms over your chest after you close the door behind you. “Sure something like that.”
✦ Ghost’s fist clenched for a moment, almost missed entirely by you if you didn’t notice how they flexed back open. Your eyes meet Price’s and you're taken aback by the look of anger that flashes through them before they soften on you.
✦ “Who?” He huffs through his chapped lips. “We’ll take care of it, don’t you worry-”
✦ “John-” You hold your hand up, pausing his rant. Your feet carry you across the room right in front of his desk. “I’m talking about your attitude earlier.”
✦ The two men blink, heads turning to look at each other before returning their sights to you. “Say again?”
✦ You shake your head, bewildered. “You cannot be serious.”
✦ Your hands glide over your forehead, a small laugh escaping you. “You went completely mad in the mess hall earlier! Nearly had those soldiers pissing themselves in fear!”
✦ Simon snorts, his hands brushing against each other before they cross over his chest. His posture relaxes, but his cockiness is still standing tall. “We were told the schedule was solidified-”
✦ “And by who?” You rest your hands on your hips. “Who gives you the right to schedule out my crew?”
✦ “Some of your crew are our men.” Price scoffs. “I need them in training. They enlisted and now they’re here, they’re not your little minions to-”
✦ “I never said they were!” You scoff, smiling in astonishment. “Besides, I’m well aware they’re your soldiers. I only see them every morning and evening, and sometimes on Thursdays I’ll see them all day long.”
✦ Your crew has been the same for the past two years, and the five of you began this sort of arrangement you have a year into the job. Nothing changed when things started, so why must things be changed now?
✦ Especially since they knew how bad it could get in the kitchen to have randoms in the mix, the boys get switched out, but they’re there for the majority of prep.
✦ Jason is skilled with a knife and translates well with cutting vegetables and meats. He’s also very handy with the communication. Most might think it’s you calling the next items but no. That’s all him.
✦ Sevan knows sanitation like the back of his hand. He keeps the kitchen in order while tidying up and dammit does he send food out like a machine.
✦ “Well we needed them this morning-”
✦ “Okay, and that could’ve been communicated, John.”
✦ “What happens when they’re deployed elsewhere then?” He snaps.
✦ Honestly, the hostility you’re being shown shocks you. Not once has he ever shown this kind of side of him. It seems to have Ghost on edge as well because he keeps glancing in between the both of you.
✦ “Then we get it scheduled to ourselves. Me, Lottie, Paul and Marco! We pick up the slack.” You scoff. “You act like this had never happened before. When your soldiers are deployed I get a load off of me, they aren’t needed-”
✦ “Then learn to do it starting today.” Price knocks on the table, beginning to walk his way towards you. “We aren’t your bloody employees, Crook-”
✦ “Don’t.” You snap back, a finger pointed right on his chest as you stride forward, right in front of him. “I never once treated you like an employee. Nor any of the others. John, you know how stressful the kitchen gets when random people are-”
✦ Again, the captain cuts you off. “This is the last time I’m discussing this. The schedule’s been changed. This is for your good.”
✦ With that he, with some nerve, leads you out of his office with a slam of the door behind you.
✦ You honestly almost want to scream.
✦ That same night you see the change in the schedule, making you almost yank your hair out. It just about has you turning right back around to Copper’s office. But what the hell did Price mean by ‘for your own good?’
✦ The next morning there are two randoms in your kitchen
✦ You don’t get the chance to memorize their names because when lunch rolls around they’re switched.
✦ Yes, each chow hour there is a new pair in your fucking kitchen.
✦ The first two got along just fine with others, you had them on prep for the majority of it. They at least knew to shout something when they were passing their finished product.
✦ The lunch pair was a little worse for wear, you had to throw out a good tray of potatoes because one spilled the pasta salad in the mixer.
✦ Dinner was rough.
✦Not enough prep was done for the meat and bad cuts were being cooked. Most of it was charred. Lottie got hit above the head when she was crouched, with a metal tray of chopped celery because one of the rando’s didn’t shout ‘behind.’
✦ Then clean up. They half-assed everything.
✦ There was still residue on the silverware, the floors weren’t mopped, and there was a whole tub of dishes left to the side.
✦ It was Soap to find you later in the night, furiously wiping a warm soapy rag all around a plate that had crusts of the spaghetti sauce from earlier.
✦ “Crook?”
✦ ”What?”
✦ ”er…ye still joining us fer-”
✦ “No. Tell John I said he can fuck right off too.”
✦ Ouch.
✦ So naturally, he does. Cause he’s Soap fucking MacTavish and he and Gaz are way out of the fucking loop here.
✦ When they get to the bar, without you much to Price’s disappointment, Soap shares the message.
✦ “I didn’t wanna ask, after all, she’s skilled with a knife, gentlemen.” Gaz snickers into his beer before taking a swig. “But what the fuck was going on? I’m sure I heard Crook invent like five new curses in a record time.”
✦ ”Yeah, Price. Do tell. Tell ‘em what you did.”
✦ The lieutenant is met with a cold stare from his commanding officer, which he returns with his own steely eyes.
✦ “I pulled the pair of soldiers we had with her.”
✦ “And for what reason?”
✦ The Captain is quiet for only a moment before he leans in. “Heard some of the rookies making comments bout Crook.”
✦ “So why not have us deal with it? They should know better-”
✦ “Because they weren’t just talking about er. They were talkin’ bout you two.”
✦ The sergeants blink in confusion.
✦ “So a bit of gossip then? So what? ‘S not like we-”
✦ “So.” the lieutenant chimes in. “That means her job is in jeopardy.”
✦ The whole table is silent. Not a word gets uttered from either of them. Just the ol’ jukebox that sounds just about ready to die in the back of the bar and few of the customers that surround them.
✦ You’re not a soldier. No. But you are a civilian who works with military officials. There is a code of conduct everyone should follow.
✦ And you do. To your own knowledge, you do.
✦ “What’d they say?”
✦ Price leans back, his hand sliding upon the polished wood of the table. “Tha’ you and the pair of kitchen hands were passin’ her around like some barracks bunny…”
✦ Soap eyes widen, offended on your own behalf.
✦ “That’s fuckin’ ridiculous-”
✦ “Aye- where the fuck did they come up with-”
✦ “It doesn’t matter. That’s why I pulled the two soldiers. They’re thinkin’ they’re involved too.”
✦ With that in mind, the sergeants do little to interact with you in the daytime.
✦ You almost feel hurt if it wasn’t for the stress the kitchen was piling up on.
✦ The breakfast pair was a new pair of faces, rookies, that would not stop fucking yapping.
✦ You thought you found a small life hack, where putting the new guys on the prep would take a load off you.
✦ But no.
✦ They talk and talk and talk.
✦ It’d be different if they talk and work but fucking hell dude. They just stand and talk. No chopping or peeling or anything.
✦ You had to get on their ass for the fourth time that hour before the timer for Lunch cooking started.
✦ “You guys are excused. But for the love of God just do something right and clean up your station-”
✦ “Sorry ms. Cook, we don’t take orders from you”
✦ “Yeah you excused us. Maybe the sergeants can teach you a thing or two about ordering around.”
✦ Marco whirled around, brows furrowed. “The fuck you say-?”
✦ “Alright!” You shout. “No dicking around in my fucking kitchen. You two- OUT!”
✦ The pair left with a scoff, both cackling as they tossed their aprons on the hooks.
✦ “Fucking Christ, Crook. I didn’t think the rumors were actually like a thing.” Marco sighs out.
✦ “What rumors?”
✦ So Marco, the loverly gossip sponge, spills how after that little snapping match you had with Price, Sevan, and Jason told him how new rookies were talking smack about you.
✦ “Not just the rookies, either. Some of the seasoned guys here too. Guess they’re startin’ to believe it. I’m sorry, Crook I thought you knew.”
✦ You turn to meet eyes with Lottie, who looks just as confused as you are before she gasps in horror. “Oh my God, that kiss-”
✦ The two people that walked out of the base when you and Soap were outside- you really didn’t think anything of it.
✦ “Ugh, and Jason must’ve opened his trap about the mouse thing with Garrick-”
✦ “We have mice?”
✦ “No!” you and Lottie shout as Paul barely walks in from the freezer with the next main course.
✦ “Hey now, Jason can keep a secret- hell I didn’t even know bout any of that.” Marco tries to defend. “Besides, that still doesn’t explain why they got moved out of the kitchen.”
✦ “Unless the Sergeant did it to keep their mouths shut.” Paul muses, sharpening the set of knives being used to chop the next few pieces of vegetables.
✦ “Kyle is not like that. This is all a big misunderstanding.”
✦ You just know Price is not going to budge, so you go to Ghost of all people to help you out.
✦ You think you have a tight enough bond with him to provide you with a little bit of help. Or maybe just to be in your corner.
✦ But no matter how many times you go to Simon for some kind of answer, you’re met with resistance.
✦ “How about for morning prep?” “No”
✦ “For lunch cleaning?” “No time.”
✦ “Can they at least help me cooking-”
✦ Simon snapped at that one. “Crook, we said no. Do I need to fucking spell the word for you? Deal with the change or fuck right o-”
✦ He almost looked shocked at his words. Like he didn’t really have control of his mouth for a moment.
✦ You didn’t cry, your lip didn’t wobble. But my my, did you look so defeated.
✦ “I just need help, Si…” You sigh. “You know how you train your men for the field? I trained those two on my own. And you won’t even tell me why you took them back like that.”
✦ After that there was more tension in the kitchen. You’d stray away from the four, which they suppose helped the rumors die down. But damn. You wouldn’t even call their names anymore.
✦ Then the breaking point.
✦ You should’ve really thought better than to supply these idiots with sharp kitchen knives. They aren’t like their hunting knives where they can practice they’re stabbing-
✦ No these things are meant to cut meat.
✦ So when you heard Marco scream from the kitchen while you were checking in on the serving crew, you felt your heart sink.
✦ You race in, ignoring the commotion behind you of soldiers standing up to see if what ever happened was in their view.
✦ They do see you come back out with blood on your left hand as you shout ‘Medic!’
✦ From what you gathered from the apologizing rookie, is that Marco turned around the corner from a station (that wasn’t his) and the rookie was coming back from the sharpening shelves on the wall.
✦ The blade was pointed forward and Marco ran right into it.
✦ There was so much blood on Paul’s hand from where he tried to stop the bleeding. The knife was removed when he fell to his knees.
✦ You didn’t know what to do. You didn’t know who to talk to.
✦ And when Captain John Price makes his way towards you, worry in his eye,
✦ You can’t help but glare and hug yourself in hopes he doesn’t reach out to hug you. You’re too angry.
✦ He knows.
✦ “Crook…”
✦ “I told you.” You mutter. “They said they punctured something in him. He needed a blood transfusion. That might be light work for you soldiers or rookies but we aren’t soldiers. At least not anymore.”
✦ You stand from your seat, walking towards him. “If there’s a problem with silly rumors, Captain. Let me deal with it. Those people are like my family. And Sevan and Jason? Would have never done something like this.”
✦ Your eye never leaves him. Unblinking. “Either put them back or end this arrangement. I’m not having people get hurt because you think I can’t handle HR or stupid fucking rumors.”
✦ With that you walk away from him.
✦ And he wonders for a moment if you walked away from them completely...
heh, I needed a reason to write Price and Simon's solo fics.
Thanks for reading! Please comment and reblog I'd appreciate it!
Warnings: afab!reader, inaccurate protocols all the way around the moon and back, unrealistic relationship healing/trauma (the way if I was in Crook's shoes lowkey would have left from the last time we saw her), and swearing. (angst/semi comfort.)
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Idk if yall miss how I would type like this but we're so back baybee
Since that meeting, you've strayed from the team as a whole.
While for some, it wasn't too strange but to everyone else it was downright catastophic.
Some of the soldiers that heard those rumors actually didn't mind you were a thing with them as it wasn't really their business.
While the ones who spread that nasty 'rumor' around, got the shit end of the stick.
Thanks to the sergeants.
While Cap did damage control and Ghost did fuck all - you didn't care what he had to say to be fair - the sergeants took care of the garbage for you.
Soldiers were sent to run around base day after day from the crack of dawn till the afternoon.
Training was way more intense and way too strict even to the higherup's standards.
You should have known something was up when people were being so nice to you during meal times.
It wasn't till Marco had something to say about it.
"Crook I know they mean well but...they're kinda pounding on these guys like crazy..."
You didn't realize how much this thing didn't just affect you.
The next time you saw one of the sergeant's you watching Jason and Sevan physically shrink within themselves before slowly making their way to collect trays.
"I got em. Get prep started before you take off for training." you had put an arm on one of their shoulders to stop them.
Gaz looked up at you, his face was stone solid. But you could see the regret in his eyes.
"Hi Crook."
Aw. He sounded so sad.
"Hi Gaz."
You take the trays out, watching him load his plate from the corner of his eye.
Your fingers touched when you reached for the same spoon, only your reach was intentional to grab his wrist.
"I need to talk. You and Johnny."
You end up finding a bit of time before the next meal time. Meeting with the two in the rec room.
"Why are you torturing those soldiers?" You crossed your arms, standing over where they sat on the couch.
They don't say anything at first. Until you sit down on the coffee table.
Johnny is the first to break. Seeing that you clearly weren't going anywhere.
"It's the least they deserve."
You shook your head. "Soap they're soldiers. You're tiring them out for the remainder of the week."
"And so what?"
"And so." you sneer. "You're going to be making this more difficult than it already is."
"it already is difficult."
Gaz leans in, elbows resting on his knees.
"Crook we just wanted to make sure you were safe and not be in a hostile environment-"
"And that's my job to handle."
You place your hands over your face.
This isn't how you thought things would go. But the three of you mentally/collectively agreed - at least you were talking again.
"You don't get to take over and blow this out of proportion!"
"Ye didnae hear the things they said. About you. About everyone-"
"Soap." You point your finger at yourself. "Read my lips."
"I could not care less."
The two sergeants scoff, each having their own mannerisms.
Soap leaning back, his buff arms crossed over his chest.
Gaz standing up, walking around to the back of the sofa with his hands rubbing his face.
"if I'm correct- which I fucking am -you all decided to pursue me."
Your finally breaking. They can feel the rage and crash out oozing out of your very pores. But they're just so fucking stubborn to even see what you say as reason.
For now.
"So why am I the one being fucking punished? Why am I the fucking problem? Answer me that."
They stay quiet. Angrily staring at anything else but you.
"ANSWER ME!"
"We donnae want ye to LEAVE."
With a quickness you weren't expecting, Soap shoots up from the couch and stalks towards you.
"Tav-"
"We're tryin' ta send a message. We'll do anything to get you to stay. Hell- Do ye know how many strings Cap's pullin to get our higher ups out of our business."
"Tav."
You blink, breathing heavy as you back up to each step Soap takes towards you until your back meets the wall.
His hands grasp yours, just as Gaz reaches his friend to stop him from doing something stupid.
You knew he wouldn't. But you weren't expecting this outburst.
"Do ye have any idea how difficult it is to be near you and not be able to love you."
The room stills, time is frozen. You're tears trickle down with every small gasp of air.
Gaz's eyes are casted down. His shoulders steadily rising to keep his composure.
You're lip wobbles and you shake your head.
"I shouldn't have involved myself..."
"You didn't." Gaz reassures. "I was the one being nosey. I was the one going out of line."
You freely cry now. Both men wrapping a respective arm around you as the three of you fall to either both your knees or one.
"I can't. I can't I'm so...I'm so fucking mad at you. all of you I just."
"We know." Gaz tests the waters with a kiss right under your jaw. "We know. But we're here. We can take your anger. We just want to hear you again."
There's really no solution to what that conversation was. You had to return to the kitchen soon.
Asking what the other two were going through was odd. They truthfully didn't know how to tell you anything other than this.
Cap's drowning himself in reports.
Ghost is keeping to himself. Even from them.
You rolled your eyes with that one.
With how he treated you with the scheduling incident, he fuck right off for all you care. but that's not gonna fly. Not if you're trying to mend things.
After dinner's meal time, you let everyone go home early. Cleaning up by yourself. It was therapeutic in a way. Gave you time to think.
You had a hunch. And you thought you were right to wait a bit behind to be alone in a particular part of base.
Lo and behold, you were right.
You can see the office light through the frosted window. The golden plated name tag appearing amber thanks to the warm lighting seeping from the glass out into the dark hallway.
It's late but you know he'll give you the time.
With a few knocks to the door, you wait for his deep and gruff voice to answer.
"Enter."
You take a deep breath, opening the door and stepping fully inside. You're eyes steeled with determination just as when you gave a piece of your mind to the sergeants.
"We need to talk, Price."
I'm sorry babes, did I not mention this was gonna be angsty?
A/N: The time has come guys. This is the moment we've been waiting for since I put this guys name on the Amends list. I'll be tagging characters that are involved in this storyline rather than in this fic. (Also let me know if you guys can see this from the tags or come across it at all. I fear I might be shadow banned :/)
The office is clean, barely a spec of dust on each crevice of the area.
The only mess you see is the mountain of papers stacked on the older man’s desk. And him.
Price has dark circles under his eyes, his hat placed on the coffee table half haphazardly. He looks like he can finally take a break when his eyes land on you, leaning back in his chair.
“Crook.”
His voice croaked. Breaking with the first vowel.
“I’m ready to talk.”
As pathetic as he thinks he looks, you can’t tell what he’s imagining. When you texted him after that meeting, you truthfully wanted to treat him like shit. For thinking you couldn’t handle things by yourself. Like you couldn’t take the heat.
As if you were some damsel in distress. He couldn’t be more wrong.
Though you’ve now opened the door with the man in charge, you both know the cards are in your own favor.
“Have a seat.” he nods to the sofa in the center of the room. Walking to the other end of it himself.
It’s painfully silent. You think this may have been a little too soon for you both. But with Kyle and Johnny, you figured it was worth a shot to just– talk.
“I’ve been neglecting you all.” You begin. That wasn’t the right thing to say. You should have lead with something else. At least that’s what you think.
“But I’ve come to the conclusion that we just clearly needed space from one another. Some more than others.”
John presses his lips together, nodding at the table in front of him as though he was looking and responding to you.
It’s ironic that you say that. Johnny’s been moping to him how Simon will hardly speak to him. Kyle clearly sees Johnny is in distress because he doesn’t have Ghost nor you.
And Simon has been what his own callsign represents.
A ghost in the wind.
Sure he’s spoken to him about the blow out. But it ends the same every time.
“I have nothing to say to her.”
While Price is happy (more than happy) to even be in the mere presence of you, he doesn’t think anything will come out of it. But he’s hopeful.
It’s obvious in the way he carefully measures his out space to make you comfortable.
Your knees are pointed towards him from where you sit. Your full attention is on him. Your hand is even the one that leans you towards him. Everything is in his hands to complete this.
But he took this situation in his own hands and destroyed it. Quickly, he might add.
Months– no. A whole year of building trust and personality with one another. John just smashed it into bits.
“I know you thought you were doing something right.” You whisper. Trying to get something out of the Captain. “But why couldn’t you just tell me what was going on. Why couldn’t you just tell me what they were thinking of me?”
“I didn’t want…” He begins. He has to really put together the words in his head. Which truthfully doesn’t take too long. “I didn’t want you to end things right at the drop of a hat.”
He watches your face remain the same. Same stare and all. You believe him.
“We worked so hard, Crook. To make sure we were careful with you. To make sure we didn’t scare you off and made you run for the hills when we all wanted…well what we are.”
‘If we’re all still something’ he wants to add.
“I thought if I could take some of the weight off of this then it would help for the better. But I misjudged it and miscalculated the outcome.” He slowly reaches for your hand. You don’t pull away and instead squeeze his back. “And for that I’m sorry.”
You take in a deep breath, shaking your head just a tiny bit. “You are…”
The worst. A terrible Captain. Irresponsible. Stupid.
“So difficult to hate.”
John gives you a half assed smile. That certainly wasn’t what he was thinking. And in any case he expected you to tear him a new one. Which of course verbally, he told you. “I had given out most of my frustrations on the others.”
“So…You’ve spoken to everyone then.” His voice tells you how much he doubts that idea. Which he’s right. You just hesitate to tell him so.
“I just don’t know how the hell I can even look at him with the way everything went.”
“Not to be devil’s advocate-” you glare at Price, almost daring him to finish his sentence as his free han dis held in the air like he’s telling you to hold on. “-Simon hardly said a thing.”
“That’s the…” You groan, standing up and pacing around the office. Price eyes never left your figure as you moved, giving you his full undivided attention. “That’s the fucking problem. He barely said anything at all but when it came to asking for help he just told me to ‘fuck off.’”
“As he does to any soldier.”
Your head snapped to him, eyes glaring. Price immediately nods, standing up to full height. “Right. Sorry. Listening.”
“I don’t want that. I was worried about him when he was in the med bay. I stayed with him all day long. I knew what he liked, what he hated and what topics to keep between us.”
You took a deep breath.
“I knew why you were taking this so seriously. But his attitude on top of the stress and the way he just tossed me aside was-”
“He wouldn’t do that.” Price confidently argues back. “You know none of us would.”
“Well you four had a shit way of showing it.”
“We thought we were helping.”
“Helping who, John? Me?!” You scoff. “You buried my name into the mud! You know how hurt I was to be sitting in front of all those people- having to lie and say you all didn’t mean anything to me?!”
“Well you certainly said it so easily-”
You march up to John, poking him hard in the chest. “That’s what handling myself looks like. You saw it first hand. But you didn’t deserve the privilege of forgiveness alright? I wanted-”
His hands cup your face. You’re both angrily staring at one another and yet you both understand you’re not quite angry at each other. His thumbs wipe the tears from your warmed cheeks. Mouth wobbling slightly as you croak out your next sentence.
“I wanted you to hurt the way I was hurting.”
You gasp in some air, continuing.
“That was so humiliating, John. And you just sat there and you didn’t do anything. I couldn’t go to anyone after I had to stay strong and- and stand tall and I just wanted you.”
John pulls you in when you finish. Whatever you ramble on after, he can’t hear it through the muffled words in his chest. It only takes a second for you to find your composure. Gently, he lets you pull away.
His forehead meets yours, but he knows better than to kiss you. That’s most likely the last thing you want, he thinks.
But he’s wrong. It’s what you want. It’s what you need. You need them, otherwise you’ll think this was all for nothing. Everything you worked for together, would be for nothing.
So he lets you lead.
You slowly take a step forward. Your hands pushing against him to back up. He does. No complaints. Might as well be thinking you’re creating space between the two of you again but that’s not the case.
You push him to the sofa, making him sit and without a moment for him to think or speak, you straddle him and plant your lips onto his.
It’s a soft kiss. But it has unspoken words. Unspoken apologies. His hands reassure you that you’re not overstepping. And your passion tells him you want more.
He would give you everything you wanted. Consequences be damned.
John Price won’t let you be collateral. You’re theirs.
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First of all, you prided yourself on your baking skills.
It’s one of the first things you master.
Only because your grandpa loved seeing your flour-covered face with your chubby widdle cheeks
(Plus he wouldn’t let you near hot oil till you were like 13)
So it was safe to say, you never faltered with sweets.
So when the boys ask for sweets for anything, birthdays, gifts, holidays, you’re more than happy to oblige.
The only downside is you have to wait until you get home to do so.
And it sometimes takes over your sleep schedule.
But we’re not gonna tell anyone that.
However, when you walk up to Soap with a little pretty baggie of brownies, you're taken aback at his puppy dog eyes.
“Soap?”
He pouts up at you from his seat in the rec room and looks away as he extends the brownies back to you.
“I cannae have these for a long time, crook.”
You look around, spotting Gaz longingly gazing into his teammate's hands.
You slowly take the goodies away from Soap, before turning to Gaz.
“Do you want it?”
“Fuck yes I do-“ you step forward before he continues “-but I can’t either.”
You scoff, placing your free hand on your hip.
“Wow! Are my treats not good for either of you anymore?”
“No!” They both shout.
Then out comes the truth.
Price and Ghost made a bet with their sergeants.
It all started at training, Soap and Ghost were debating which one of your sweets was better when Price made a comment.
“You lot couldn’t survive a single interrogation if she was there presenting her baked goods on a silver platter.”
“Yer sayin' you could, Captain?”
“Most certainly. Gaz more so.”
“Gaz?”
“He’s the only one of all of us that could.”
“How about a wager then?”
The deal was, that whoever could last ten days without any of your treats, could get their paperwork taken over for the remainder of the week.
When they explained all this to you, you couldn't help the sly smile on your face.
"So...no treats for you four then?"
"That's right, dove."
"Like none whatsoever."
"Aye, that's...that's right..."
"...Ok!"
And with that, you turn on your heel and walk out of the door.
The first two days are fine for the four. Every now and then they notice that the pancakes or donuts look fluffy, colorful, and delectable. But they stay strong for the most part.
That is until they notice some of the rookies holding a familiar baggy with a pastel ribbon on the top.
Price did a double take heading to his office, and seeing Jason heading to his daily duties.
In one hand he held a small stack of cookies, the other, a duplicate bag.
"Morning sir!" He smiled, politely.
It's when they pass each other the sentence reaches his voice. "Oh, you better make your way to the mess hall! Crook made a big ol' batch just for the soldiers!"
He makes his way there, seeing different soldiers pass him with the same goodie bags before he pokes his head through the door.
He sees you replaced the table that normally holds the soups with a treat table.
Upon closer inspection, there was anything ranging from cupcakes to cake pops, to muffins, to teeny little donut holes.
"Hi, Price!"
He turned to see your innocent smile beaming up at him.
"Crook! Uhm...What's all this for?"
"Oh just got carried away is all. I was up all night baking. But Soap and Gaz said you didn't want them eating my treats."
You over-exaggerate a pout as you interlock your fingers together and sulk away.
"Wait I-..." Price watches as you cheekily grin at him, walking further away until you make your way into the kitchen.
'Oh, those muppets-'
The next meeting, they met with Price's unimpressed glare.
"Which one of you blabbered about the wager to (Y/n)?"
The two sergeants pause before pointing at each other.
Needless to say, they were bracing themselves for whatever you had planned.
Ghost had a run-in with you in his office. You were in your civi clothes, not dressed yet for kitchen work. It's like 6 am.
"Crook." He greets. It's comical really, cause he's standing opposite from you, stoic like it's an interrogation.
"Simon."
You see his shoulders deflate on him. It's like his name coming from your soft lips is a tranquilizer for this man.
"I've come bearing gifts." You grin.
His eyes cast down right next to your bum, where you sit on his desk along with a small plate with one singular muffin.
"Sorry, Crook. On a diet this week-"
"Oh yes!" You cackle. "I've heard of this diet you four are working out together."
You hop off of his desk, walking up to the lieutenant with your hands behind your back.
Ghost is basically bracing himself.
"What is this. Trying to get me to lose?"
"Me?! No no, heavens no."
You reach up, lightly tugging on his sleeve to come closer to you. "I want in on this waver."
Now Ghost was more confused than before.
"I don't care about a prize, I care about watching you guys suck as a discipline."
"Excuse me-?"
"Four highly trained expert operatives, the great 141, the best of the best, can't handle not having sweets?"
"We're just fine not having shit love." He hisses, offended. It's adorable. "We could be out there in the field for months without decent food. It's what we're trained for."
You blink at him for a moment. Then you walk over to your plate pick it up and glance at him. "I guess I'll just have to up my game then, Ghostie."
With a giggle and wink, you take a bite of your muffin before walking out of his office.
This is the final part of this short series (but not of Crook I promise you that) Apologies for taking so long, I’ve been goin thru it ngl.
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Your three victims, while helping you plan something for Ghost's demise, showed no mercy with their cold shoulders.
It’s a bit heartbreaking but nothing extreme.
Just some offhand comments.
“Hi, Johnny.”
“Oh, so sweet today. Unlike the past week where ye were conspiring behind my back."
"Gaz would you try this-"
"Oh did you make it yourself or is someone else taking the credit?"
"Price-"
"Can't help you with the others, Crook. Have to let it drain out of their systems."
at least they were being civil. Even with the promise of ending your punishment as soon as they get Ghost with their plan.
Speaking of a plan-
Tomorrow was the final day. the bet ended at 5 pm on the dot- 17:00 hours. Which meant you had to get Ghost to eat SOMETHING of yours before then.
Even though this was such an elite task force, the trio could not find a single way to get him to voluntarily chew up and digest a treat of yours before time was up.
Gaz suggested crying to him.
"Do I look like a fucking toddler? I'm not putting the waterworks."
Soap suggested restraining him.
"Sure I can just force him to chew and swallow a fucking cupcake."
Price suggested a smoothie.
"That...wait that could work."
So here you were, figuring out how to blend a sweet treat of yours into a fruit smoothie. Cause lord knows you won't get him to agree to a milkshake.
The idea seems simple, just blend like a cookie into a berry smoothie, but this is Simon.
He's gonna know.
How would he know?
He'll know.
Paul suggested making a yogurt-like treat and mixing it in after you explained your dilemma. (He saw you staring at the blender with fruits just sitting there. Thought you just about lost it when you kept picking up and putting down a fucking strawberry.)
Technically you would be cheating. Cause you know...you can't make yogurt from scratch that fast.
But you can freeze it and worry about it tomorrow.
So that's what you did while the rest of your crew worked around you.
You make it oh so pretty that you decided to only keep two of them for the smoothie batch and serve the rest of the treats for dessert.
The soldiers love it so much. such a creamy texture with every bite. It was essentially just a yogurt/chocolate bark thing.
Anyways
tomorrow morning comes around, and you had Lottie help you blend out all the smoothies into drinking cups. You were glad you didn't make a lot of these since you were using the drinking cups.
To identify the batches with the desert blended into it, you used green straws. The rest were given other colors.
Sure enough, as you restock them, you could feel a presence behind you.
You already knew who it was.
"You smell gross."
Ghost scoffs. "Do I now? Expected me to be smellin' like a bunch of roses?"
"I expected peonies at least."
He lets out a small hum, peeking over your shoulder.
"That count?"
The question confuses you before you understand he's talking about the smoothies.
"Oh, well I would think so considering the others grabbed one."
You pick one up. One with a green straw.
"Care for one?"
Ghost hums, as if he's in thought.
You almost think you got him, as you feel movement behind you.
However, he doesn't take the drink from your hand. He grabs a whole new glass right from the display.
"Thanks, love."
You can't help but blink in silence as he takes a sip and makes a noise of satisfaction. "Blueberry. One of my favorites from you."
You grin slowly, his knowing eyes peering into yours. "I'm so glad to hear."
You have a few more tricks up your sleeve.
Course he wasn't going to forget your conversation in his office.
You know better.
You're quick to take two of the 'contaminated' drinks and hide them in the fridge before thinking of different ways to get him to drink one.
Sending a quick text, you wait in the kitchen while everyone takes a small break after breakfast.
Sure enough, the door to the entrance swings open, and Soap's fluffy mohawk appears in your view.
"He didn't take the bait-"
"We know. Yer terrible at this."
"Pardon?"
Johnny laughs, walking over to wrap an arm around your waist.
"Lt sat with us, entertaining us with the idea of you," He flexes two of his fingers as quotations, "'poisoning' him."
"What?!"
"Ye cannae be too obvious like that."
He was right.
The most frustrating part-
He was drinking them.
Just not the ones you NEEDED HIM TO DRINK.
Eventually, time catches up to you. You're an hour to the end.
You're gonna have to do this the hard way.
Ghost likes his tea just as sweet as your treats.
So when he enters his office, briefly scanning the room, his eyes land on the chilled smoothie in the center of his desk.
He pauses, and that's when you decide to make yourself known.
The door behind him swings shut but he doesn't flinch.
No, instead he sighs, walks to his desk, and sets his tea down.
"What're you gonna do crook? Force feed me this crap?"
You gasp in offense. "crap?!"
"It's not like you put your blood sweat n' tears into this, love."
"You don't have to be so-"
"I'm not drinkin' it."
You stare at each other for a hot minute. It isn't until you move a chair against the wall to the front of his desk does he breaks his stare and rolls his eyes.
"Don't you have work to do?"
"Oh, so you don't want me here?"
"You know what?" The lieutenant sighs, "Sit there and look pretty all you want."
Ghost pulls his balaclava up to his nose, and reaches for the tea, which seemed more of a red tint than his normal creamy brown.
But for some reason he just never noticed.
Till he took a sip that is.
At first, he swallows and hums in satisfaction but as soon as the ceramic cup hits its coaster, his body looks as if it's taking a screenshot.
Oh, you hope he forgives you.
"What-" he coughs as soon as any noise is leaving his mouth, "what the fuck-?"
"I'm sorry-" You start. "I promise it's not poison or anything it's uhm..." You trail off as you reach in your pocket.
And to Simon's absolute astonishment, you pull out a tiny plastic back of dark red powder.
In tiny yet bold print: 'reaper dust'
"You're gonna wanna drink something fast."
He's huffing and coughing in front of you.
Granted he never would ever assume that you would poison him. I mean you didn't but you might as well have.
His mouth is on fucking fire.
The spice from the bag is spreading through his body, he never once thought he could feel the pain of spice in his toes.
"How the *cough cough* fuck-"
You didn't think it would work honestly. But with the help of Price, you kept Ghost out of the rec room long enough to open a few of the tea bags and pour some of the chili powder into the bags.
Just a tiny amount.
You didn't want to kill him after all.
You watch as he brushes by you, ripping open the tiny fridge he had, and stifle a laugh.
You removed all of his water bottles. There was only one baby in there waiting for him.
However, drinking it just made it a tiny bit worse.
At this point, Ghost is huffing and hiccuping over to his desk.
He's glaring at the glass before he looks up with a pointed finger.
"What's in this?"
"I think you know."
"Why?"
You shrug, the same look of nervousness still printed on your face.
"I wanted in, and I don't know... the way you answered me was...rude!"
Another hiccup sounds from the Lieutenant. Which is followed by a loud groan. "I might throw up."
"Should I get-"
"No." He snaps. "if I do you're cleaning it up. Fucks sake."
You watch as he stands still, rigid in place.
His eyes glance up at the clock. You were cutting it so fucking close. It was literally 30 minutes before the time limit.
But honestly, Ghost doesn't think he can last.
Of course, he'd never tell you that though.
The door behind you opens, and Price pokes his head in.
"Oh- sorry, wasn't aware that..."
A pitiful grimace appears on his face as he sees the state of his lieutenant. "What's this?"
You press your lips together before explaining what you did.
"Crook you didn't-"
"Time was running out-!"
"So you put one of our best out of commission?" He laughs at you.
Simon is still fuming (literally) and is only turning redder than before. The spice is seriously hitting him.
"Well. There's your cure right there, Simon." Price nods to the cup.
Ghost looks at Price as if he was just asked to off himself.
"You think I'll slip that easy?"
"25 minutes. Think you can handle it?"
The three of you stand in place for what feels like minutes but an eternity to Ghost.
He sighs, lifting his mask and grabbing the cool beverage in front of him. With each gulp, he gasps for air in between.
"I don't know how this gets me to lose-" he gasps again, "-but I couldn't give less of a fuck right now."
You grimace in response, looking at Price.
"Am I forgiven?"
"Oh yes, especially since Simon here, technically lost first."
Ghost blinks in confusion. You do the same.
Somehow you just never noticed a tablet in the Captain's hand as he hands it to you.
On the screen it shows Ghost doing a check of each of the mail boxes, seemingly making a pile for certain groups. Soap walks in not long into the video footage, reading one of the packages tearing it open, and pulling out the very cookies that started this mess.
"Oh no."
You watch as Soap rips open the box, and hands one to Ghost, who seemingly asks something before shrugging and taking a bite out of the cookie. Your cookies.
"Oh nooo." You wince out. "Ghost noooo..."
"So, Simon." Price grins, that fatherly grin that has just about anyone feeling like they're in trouble. "When should we leave our paper work?"
AHHHHHHH poor Ghost. Couldn't resist any sweets towards the end.
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So- you tried to scare Ghost.
And while it didn’t work- you did put fear in at least one of the four. Maybe two.
Gaz and Soap were on high alert with you.
The squinted eyes sent your way only fueled your eagerness to win the wager they created.
But Jesus fucking Christ it felt so lonely not being around you.
Price was stressed, and that caused other soldiers distress.
Ghost was agitated and that was just not fun.
Gaz was being quite the asshole, even in training,
And Soap was impatient with any sort of pacing from their men.
You were getting under their skin and you hadn’t even started your process.
Oh, but there are ways of finding info.
You have a mole.
Two in fact. (Three if you count Sevan but he was currently in training.)
Marco and Jason.
The other two soldiers in the Kit crew.
They’re with you for the majority of the day, except for the requirements of training and conditioning.
But they come back with Sevan and juicy info.
“They’re in teams, Crook,” Jason states as the three of you meet in one of the many fridges of the kitchen.
“It’s Soap and Lieutenant Riley versus Captain Price and Gaz.”
Marco nods. “I heard they were trying to make it even out. Something about paperwork needing permission from either the Captain or Lt.”
“Interesting…”
Oh very interesting.
Cause now it’s just so easy to kill two birds with one stone.
Ghost proved to be too hard to convince, and Price might be just as bad.
Gaz has boasted (to your encouragement) about his time with interrogation tactics in his training.
So that just leaves one SAS member.
But this is Johnny fucking MacTavish. There’s no shot of him folding at the drop of a hat otherwise he wouldn’t be here.
No, you had to get smart…you had the tear them apart from the inside.
…
Miss Copper is at her desk, just hanging up from a phone call as her door bursts open.
“Copper, I need a favor.”
…
You fear your plan may have taken a bit longer than you’d hoped. The first five days had come and went.
You’re running out of time.
Until some packages come in for the team.
Some are from some random students wishing them well, and some classes have made them sweet care packages with some of their favorite stuff.
You were walking into the rec room when you found Gaz messing with a Rubix cube.
“What’s that, Kyle?” You giggle, moving to sit next to the sergeant.
“A student sent this over. Said it’s something that made him happy and he hopped it made me happy as well.”
“Well…does it?”
“Honestly…it did till I compared it to diffusing a bomb.”
The door opens to see Johnny holding a box of candy, but in his other hand, he holds a tiny little Tupperware container with his nan’s cookies.
You point and squeal, “Hey! Those are-“
“These are my Nan’s!” He cuts you off. “Not yours!”
Kyle chuckles, leaning over and kissing you on the cheek before handing you the cube.
“Have a go at it, dove.”
“You keep callin' me pet names like it makes me feel better I can’t spoil any of you…”
Your voice trails off as you watch Soap take a bit of a cookie.
Oh my God…
Then you watch Gaz mutter something, almost a sweet whine coming out of his throat, as he reaches over and snatches one.
Usually, Johnny is quick to smack his hand away, but in a hurry to settle a sweet tooth, Kyle shoves a small one into his mouth.
Your eyes widen.
Does that count…if you didn’t make the goodies from your own hand?
It’s like your thoughts are too fucking loud. Because you glance up and Soap is glaring at you.
Of course, it’s not malicious.
But holy shit he looks ready to do something.
It’s kind of hot…no actually…it’s really hot.
He stops mid-chew before he looks into the container and digs for a note he notices at the very bottom.
Crumbs fly out, causing an “Are you fuckin' serious-?” Out of Kyle before he notices the silence.
He turns to look at you with a curious glance, seeing you suddenly fearful of the two there. A nervous but growing smile on your face.
“Johnny…there’s no way-“ you begin before the sergeant points up a finger.
“Gaz.”
Kyle turns and looks at his friend. “Lock that fuckin door-“
As soon as you hear those words you're dashing for it. Soap gets up but Gaz is still standing right in front of the table in the corner, so he isn’t as fast as you slam the door shut behind you.
“Hey-! (Y/n)-!” You hear Soap roar through the door window.
Cheekily you stick out your tongue and run for it down the hall.
“What the fuck is going on?!”
“Help me grab her, I’ll explain later-!”
Kyle is confused.
But he follows his teammate nonetheless.
They race down the hallway, hearing your footsteps just around the corner as they turn.
You’re speeding down another hallway, seeing the mess hall just a few feet away.
Suddenly you yelp, picked up from behind as a hand covers your mouth. One of your partners hoists you up as he tosses you over his shoulder.
He's walking you all the way back to the rec room, uncaring of the soldiers that pass the three of you while you're pleading and spewing out apologies.
One opens and closes the door, lowering the door's blind as the figure holding you releases you.
You whirl around with your hands up, now seeing Soap with his eyes narrowed right into your own.
"Hear me out-"
"I cannae believe this."
"Look I honestly didn't think-"
"Ye spoke to my nan, how did ye even get that info-"
"Will someone explain just what the fuck is going on?!"
Soap drags a hand down his face.
“She’s tricked us.”
Kyle waves around his hands, his head tilting to the side for his teammate to continue.
Soap reaches into his pocket and yanks out the note he was reading earlier. “Johnny, I hope this package finds ye well. Ye should bring (Y/n) to Scotland so I can thank her-“
“No…”
“-for the lovely recipe. She wanted me to give it a go since ye loved them so much. Don’t forget to share!”
They stay silent. Until Gaz huffs a laugh.
“You took the first bite-“
“Who’s gonna believe ye?”
Gaz’s jaw drops.
“Hm? Who’s gonna believe that in this room, of just us two, and one sneaky little minx, I was the only one that ate one.” Soap points an accusing finger at Kyle. “Ye ate one whole. That’s just as bad-“
"(Y/n) would help me out."
The two sergeants turn to look at you. At first, you apologetically glance at Gaz before your grimace drops to a cold stare.
Shit. Okay, maybe it wasn't a good idea to target Sergeant MacTavish.
He didn't even seem like Soap in his eyes. He looks ready to pounce on you. Teaching you a lesson either ya know...romantically or by launching you off the fucking roof.
"Sorry, Gaz...I've meddled too much..."
"That's what I thought."
"So..."
The three of you freeze, slowly turning around to face the voice in the corner of the room.
Price is sat where Soap once was. One of the cookies in his hand, a few pieces bitten off.
"We can do this one of two ways."
He sets the cookie down, eyes meeting the sergeants. "we can either admit our faults, split the better paperwork evenly. Though I'm not too fond of that idea because the three of us know, Ghost would never let us live this down."
Then his eyes land on yours.
"or...you could help us get Simon to bend a knee. Which one is it?"
You see the two sergeants practically plead with their eyes.
"You want me to get Ghost of all people to-"
"If you got me, I'm positive you can work your magic."
You sigh, running a hand down your face.
"or we can find out how you got your pretty little hands on Soap's nan and hold it over your head for the rest of your days-"
Crook has had enough of the boys fucking with her job. She's taking off the gloves to handle it.
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✦ The four men get a taste of their own medicine when you've been giving them the cold shoulder.
✦ Matter of fact, you went around Price's authorization right to Mrs. Copper to get the schedule fixed.
✦ She had called the Captain herself to ask just what the hell was happening. Since you stated and she quotes, 'If Captain Price has an issue with how I schedule pre-approved members, tell him to shove it.'
✦ Talking to you was like talking to a wall with Ghost.
✦ You barely gave Gaz the time of day.
✦ Soap was lucky to get even a pity smile from you.
✦ But you never gave any sign of acknowledgment to the Captain.
✦ He finally gets a few words out of you, in the presence of Mrs. Copper and a few other higher-ups.
✦ The rumors finally reached the wrong people.
✦ Price would have to answer for himself and on behalf of the team. Defending you would only make things worse.
✦ You were alone.
"Well then, Miss (L/n). We hate to have you here under these circumstances-"
"Let's skip the formalities. I got a healing chef left with my only cooks. And they can only multitask between their jobs and watching the mess hall servers so well."
✦ Price has to bit back a smile.
✦ There are two others with Miss Copper in a random confrence room they callled everyone in. You don't care to learn their names. You don't plan to see them again. One is a woman with a raven haired bun while the older gentleman in the center has a clean bald head.
✦ The man presses his lips together, nodding.
"I will ask a list of question, of which I would like you to answer truthfully to your best ability."
✦ You don't move in your seat. Not to straighten your posture, not to nod, not even an ounce of acknoledgement.
"How would you describe your relationship with the following members of the taskforce of this base?"
✦ it's heart clenching really.
✦ Hearing how you respond with 'friendly' with every name.
✦ Hearing you dryly laugh at the pushing and prodding of this meeting now turned investigation.
"A few soldiers were reported seeing you and one of the sergeants outside of the base. What were you doing-?"
"We kissed."
✦ The room tension only grows.
"But you claim to not be-"
"That's right."
✦ Price's brows furrow, for rarely does he ever not know what to do.
"I see. So then there is nothing more to that relationship?"
"No, sir. Sergeant Mactavish and I have no relationship, as I just said about the others."
✦ The gentleman nods, flipping through another page.
"Can you clarify why Marco Sandoval was placed as a perma member in the kitchen crew?"
"Cam back broken. Honorably discharged. Base gave him a job he was good at. Don't see an issue with that."
✦ They ask you about Sevan and Jason.
"Those two aren't forced to be in the kitchen. But they are the ones I asked for because they follow my rules best. Maybe have a talk with the other soldiers if that's a complaint."
✦ The two strangers look at you unamused. Copper fails to bite back a smirk.
✦ Price listens as you talk about your 'lack' of relations with Ghost. You saw him once in the med bay when they returned and that was that.
"And with Captain Price-?"
"Non-existent."
✦ and he flinches at your tone. Unbeknownst to the people sitting beside him.
✦ He doesn't know how he manages to hold off another face when your cold eyes meet his as you say those words.
✦ they ask you a few more questions before they determine the meeting was for nothing. You're clean.
✦ You don't say anything when you turn around a leave other than a small 'thank you for your time.'
✦ Now here was the Captain. Unsure of what to tell his men. Unsure what to even tell Ghost other than what you said.
✦ Not even Simon could think of how to fix this. And quite frankly, he's ready to throw himself into work to avoid it altogether.
✦ It's not until after the lieutenant leaves, that the Captain allows a large and long sigh to escape him.
✦ Checking the time on his phone, he nearly shoots up when he spots your message.
from: 000-000-0000 [unknown number]
New rules. Last chance. I'll let you know when we can talk.
✦ And a small twinge of hope ignites in his chest.
