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.)
Dividers by: @cafekitsune
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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.
I'm sorry this one was a little short. But this felt like the appropriate turn.
A/N: Hi! Small blurb for being back. I'll input this in the cook!reader masterlist where it should be read and where it takes place in the time of events. Thanks!
You broken?
You heard the question between the four men when they would return to the mess hall after sparing. After anything really.
Truly it came from the Captain the most. Directed to his team after any mission. Good or bad.
Never would you imagine having to hear it being said with your own voice.
It's scary. It's chilling. It feels like lumps coming up and out of your throat. Like your producing bile as you speak. But what did you expect?
This was bound to happen.
You just weren't ready to accept that.
You didn't even find out until they got back from their last mission. It was fortunate that you decided to spend the night at your grandfathers.
Only he knew how to handle a situation like this.
Where a soldier falls in the line of battle. Countless MIA's and KIA's. When you experience death first hand.
Although this wasn't as serious as the three above, you're not a soldier. You didn't sign up to experience that. It doesn't mean you were safe from it. It didn't mean he was safe from it.
Your grandfather held you tightly as you rocked with him on the floor, back and forth.
"It's not looking good at all, Crook. But the man's pullin' through."
Price's voice rings in your head as you replay the conversation.
"We're done with the mission. Medvac already took him back to base if you want to see him but we won't be there until tomorrow."
It was pointless to offer. You're sure they won't let you in. Price can tell you all he wants that it's alright, that you can just waltz right in there and they'll lead you right to his battered and bruised-
Oh that poor boy, you think.
Missing for only two days. Two days and they broke him. Two days and they erased the joy from the soldier that just got out of basic training the year prior.
Soap tried to explain how it comes with the job. You feel like an idiot for still having that hope that when they all leave they'll return like they always had.
This only solidified the truth; the smiles never reach the eyes. And you were a fool for thinking they might.
You broken?
It's Sevan that finds you the next day. Followed by Jason. They two pause in the kitchen entry, afraid to step in further without proper sanitation. You, Lottie and Paul stop what your doing to stare back.
As soon as you let go of what your holding onto the counter, Lottie is the first to break the silence.
"Where is he?"
Jason looks at Sevan, not ready to open his mouth until he realizes his comrade can't...or doesn't have it in him to speak.
"He's alive."
Paul breaths out, his shoulders dropping with the air. "How is he?"
"He wants to see, Crook." Jason chokes out. "He...He wants to talk about what's gonna happen if he can't move like before."
If he can't move like before...
The sting of tears burn your eyes. But you genuinely refused to cry in the kitchen. You damn right refused.
It's a battle you don't think you can stand to lose, even if the whole room wouldn't mind a single bit. One of you almost died. And you didn't even get to say goodbye.
You would have never seen his face again. You would've had a new stranger permanently take his place. No one can match his energy. No one can match his love for the kitchen. As cheesy as it sounds.
But to you're utter shock. To your total suprise. He's sat up in the bed. Laughing it up with the nurse that looks to be a blushing mess. He spots you and acknowledges your presence almost right away. "Hey there she is. This lady's like my sister, I mean that. She's family."
Her eyes meet yours and she immediately begins to fiddle with her hands. "Well, Alright then. Take it easy now, Marco."
The wide grin that grows upon his face falters a bit with discomfort as he bids the nurse farewell.
Your eyes trail all over what you can see. His whole arm is covered in bandages, his whole neck covered as well. Cut cheek bone. Stiches upon his brow. Side of his eye looks to be swollen. His earlobe is stitched up. Busted lip...You can only imagine what else happened.
"Crook, can you believe I didn't break a damn thing while I was gone?" He cackles like it's a everyday joke. "Honestly. Put me in the fuckin' font lines."
"Marco are you-" Your voice cracks before you can finish. It has Marco pause and stare back, his smile fading.
It's silent. Sure you faintly hear a bunch of footsteps headed your way down the hall. But you need to hear it from him. You need to know.
"You broken?"
A smaller, gentler grin sprouts upon his face. "Could be worse. I'll be gone from the kitchen for a while but-"
Marco watches from the hospital bed as you step towards him. Slowly and cautiously.
"'m not broken. I'm just gettin' started afterall."
No, he's not broken yet, you think. Your arms immediately reach for him, holding your breath as you do. Tears swell in your eyes. You try to refrain from squeezing him. But it's his arms that bring you in instead.
"I'm alrigh' Crook." He sighs. "I'll always be alright."
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Warning: swearing, f!reader, hinted fertility issues, family trauma, mentions of death, fluff for the most part ^-^
'Charlotte' was one of the newer cooks to join after the summer feast.
Born in the States, she managed to find herself in the UK after she married her husband. Her grandmother passed on, and she had no other family that was very close to her.
So they came here for a new start to their lives.
When you met Lottie, she was a very bubbly personality. She had the eye for the good in the world.
She’s honestly much more experienced than you are.
But she never tried to exceed with it.
“Truth is, as much as I love cooking I just wanted a family to care for.”
Lottie has a little girl from a previous relationship. But as of now it seems to be an issue with having a second.
But her daughter is her pride and joy.
Anything she wants to do, Lottie and her husband will find a way to do it.
She just put her in dance classes with other little girls to make some friends.
Thankfully her husband makes more than enough to stay home often so he’s the one taking care of her while Lottie’s running the kitchen with you.
But don’t let her sweet nature fool you.
Much like Paul, she has no room for disrespect.
Or slacking.
She’s essentially your guard hound, if there’s a problem she’s the first one to sniff it out and roll her sleeves up.
She loves loves loves gushing about the kitchen crew to her husband and her husband and daughter to you.
As a favor, you offered to make her daughter’s birthday cake just because.
And ho-Lee-shit.
She lives in a fucking fairy tale cottage.
It’s the cutest thing in the world.
Cottage core on the outside and modern in the inside.
BEAUTIFUL garden out back.
And lots of family from her husband’s side.
Which brings so many KIDS.
Lottie was more than happy to show you around.
“The house is smaller than others-“
“In what way?!”
“-but the land here is soooo big. We’re planning on getting some sheep or something. My husband wants to give our little girl some responsibilities.”
Down the hallway you can hear an excited “I hope we get goats!”
You stuck around till the end to help out with clean up.
While she was busy putting the birthday girl to sleep, her husband was talking to you in the kitchen.
“Miss (Y/n), thank you. For you know getting her out of her shell.”
You frowned in confusion.
“Lottie? She’s always been cheerful.”
“That may be true but, ever since she joined you at the base, well she’s been just over the moon. She’s been dealing with a lot lately, with the move, wanting a bigger family. It just…it doesn’t seem to be in our future.”
Oh that sweet girl.
Never once did she talk about any issues, she was just genuinely glad to be there.
“She is out like a light.” Lottie laughs as she enters the room. “Wanted a bed time story but started snorin' before I could say ‘once upon a time.’”
Her sparkle in her eyes was enchanting, especially when we grinned up at her burly husband.
"Thank you for you help, Crook. You're a saint." she grins as she engulfs you in a hug. "How bout some wine to end the night? Stay a lil longer!"
Re read my cook!reader series I see I’ve “fubbed” some info I just never explained so lemme know if yall might be interested in a trio (Sevan, Marco, and Jason) one shot with cook!reader
