What if captain John mactavish (CoD 2008-2009) where actually John price's captain but then captain John mactavish died and Price became the new captain of 141 after a few years after his death and then, Johnny Mactavish (cod 2019) joined a few years later and he's the son of John mactavish, so then Price vowed to himself he wouldn't let another Mactavish die at his hands (Rip soap) so which is the real reason for why he kinda just said 'fuck the rules' and went and assassinated Shepard after soap died...
Warnings: age gap(reader is 23 Graves is 32), teasing, suggestive, cursing. Smut. Car sex bc graves and car sex itches my brain just right. Slight angst ig at the end. As always not proofread💆🏾♀️
Summary: going to the rodeo with your family, but your dad decides to bring some of his coworkers, little dose he know your dating the ‘Shadow’ as your dad calls him. It gonna be one hell of a night.
P.2
“Oh I forgot to tell you..” Your father spoke taking a drink from his beer. “I invited a friend, Graves.” He finished. Your eyes widen at the mention, your father had unintentionally invited your boyfriend. It wouldn’t be such a problem if one your relationship with graves was not something your father would be fond of and two he wasn’t almost 10 years older than you.
You shared a look with your older sister her already looking at you, she knew. She’s known but this she wanted to laugh at how scared you looked. “It’s been awhile since I’ve seen him, he still workin’ in the air?” Your brother asked.
You finished your beer off removing yourself from the conversation they started grabbing your sister by the hand taking her back into the beer garden with you. Finally getting away from your family you looked at your sister “Im gonna actually off myself, Nessa WHY IS THIS HAPPENING.” You groaned your hands running down your face.
She laughed no that bitch fucking howled “This is fuckin amazing. Holy shit.” She slapped her hand landing on your shoulder.
“Daddy invited, yo lil boyfriend!”
“I hate you.”
“Yeah but at least you’re finna get laid tonight.” She continued laughing.
You internally scream as you paid for your beer, the two of you returning to your family through the crowd of people. Upon returning there the cowboy stood conversatating with your parents. His eye found your after hearing your mother call your name “You remember Phillip right?” You mother asked.
You nodded “Mmhm I remember him.” Smiling at him as he returned a smile, god.. He looked good in a cowboy hat, his shirt tucked into his dark wrangler’s a silver buckle and his square toed boots.. mmm you would mind taking him here but unfortunately your parentals were present.
“Babygirl how bout you show Philip to the beer garden, we’ll meet y’all at our seats yeah?” Your father spoke handing you two tickets. You gave your father a look, “your sister can go with yall if you’re shy babygirl.” He teased.
You rolled your eyes “common cowboy.” You said turning around. Phillip gladly following behind you after being for sure out of sight Graves came up behind you his and resting his hand on your hip his thumb going through your belt loop.
“Whats wrong doll.” He teased placing a soft kiss on your neck.
“Umm just that my Father invited my boyfriend who is seriously of limits to me in his perspective.” You spoke you hand holding his wrist.
“Scared we’ll get caught pretty girl. Common, ‘otta have s’more faith in me.” He said making you both stop facing eachother his calloused hands resting above your low rises on the bare skin, his face leaning in close a greedy smirk displayed on his face.
“Maybe because my father with actually kill you and burn your body in a foreign country.” You smiled letting your hands run down his chest slowly nails dragging slightly.
“Mmm probably but lets not worry ‘bout that right now sweet girl.” He said kissing you lips softly, your hand pushed on his chest.
“We get caught its on yo ass Graves.” You spoke pushing your lips together pressing color back into your lipstick, your hand wiping the darker neutral color of his lips. He gave you a smug grin slapping your ass lightly before continuing to the bar. Fuckin tease.
You placed your self next to him leaning against the bar your arms resting against under your boobs lifting them very nicely giving Phillip and the bar tender and nice view, your cropped gray tank top sat low showing off the top your pretty light blue bra the lace sitting all pretty. Your washed out miss me’s sitting low enough on your back to show your dimple piercings, mmm and did Lip enjoy the view, was he jealous that the other boys where looking at you oh of fucking corse but at the end of the day you were his all his so let ‘em little boys look. He continued you admire you as you both worked on your drinks you wore a straw cowboy hat with a little charm on the front and your belt the buckle bring your fit together yeah you looked so damn good…
“Finish that, we gotta go out to my truck.” He spoke, taking one last swig of his bud light.
“Why?” You asked eventually finishing your beer anyway 3rd one down.
He gave you a look motioning his head to the exit.
Oh…
Oh!
“Lets go!” You grinned pulling him by his hand through the crowd. Luckily it was starting to get dark and Phillips tint would do the trick, pulling out your phone you sent a text to your sister.
‘Hey cover for me be back in like 20-30 minutes love ya!💋’
Nessa💆🏾♀️
‘Ight j dont be to long dont want daddy getting suspicious.’
With that you put your phone back in your bag as you two walked to his truck, it being parked somewhere in a dead end street. Opening the back door to his GMC you quickly got it him following you after, he started his truck so the ac could start cooling the inside from the Louisiana sun.
“Lets make this fast don’t want your daddy to worry bout his little girl.” He teased taking your hat of replacing it with his, his hands starting to work on his jeans as you worked on yours you fully discarding your pants.
Your lips met his, both of your lips moving in sync. Phillips hands made there way to you ass grabbing a hand full of flesh as he rocked your hips onto him. “Matching set.?” Lip spoke in between kisses.
You smiled agains his lips “I thought it was cute..” you stated knowing damn well this was one of the sets he had bought you it being a favorite. You felt his hand go to move your panties to the side and he freed himself from his briefs.
You lifted yourself up letting him line himself up to you. Your hands griping his shoulders as you sunk down on to him letting out a soft moan, the movement of your hips causing his head to fall back against the window.
“God you feel so good sweetheart, made just for me huh?” He groaned, a small whimper escaping his mouth when you fasted your pace.
His hands moving your hips as well, your body falling closely to him placing soft kisses on his neck your lipstick leaving stains as well as soft red marks from sucking on him. The truck moving slightly at the fast movement, Phillip fucking himself into you. His arms hugged your waist as he kept his pace up as you fucked him back your cunt dripping of arousal the mix of fluids making a white ring around the base of his cock.
“Fuck Lip..” you moaned, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck.
“Common sweetheart hold on a lil bit longer for me I’m s’ close.” He slurred, feeling your walls tighten around him.
“Please.. please let me cum.” You begged her face muffled into his shoulder.
“Nah common baby let me hear you.” He spoke his hands gathering your hair pulling your head back.
“Fuck please let me cum, please daddy let me cum.” You begged, the knot in your stomach becoming unbearable.
He let out an amused chuckle his pace not slowing down. “Yeah you wanna cum?” He asked his tone faking sympathy. “ ‘mon pretty girl use that filthy mouth of yours.”
You squeeze your eyes shut, the pleasure causing your head to go fuzzy your mouth hanging open slightly as moans continue to slip from your lips. “Look at you all cock drunk.” He degraded.
“Please I- I cant hold it anymore… fuck daddy please.” You pleaded, your nail’s digging into his shoulders.
He wore an amused smirk enjoying your begging, they way you pleaded drove him crazy. Your walls pulsing he knew you couldn’t keep it together for much longer and that if he kept you her to long suspension would come upon your father.
He groaned his balls starting to tighten “mm cum for me sweetheart, fuckin cum f’ me.” He grip releasing your braids wrapping his arms hugging your waist once again his face buried in your breast as he came undone.
Phillip whimpering as he filled you up stuffing you full. After catching both of yours breath you began to redress yourself, Graves grabbing a napkin from his glove box cleaning up his mess that was currently dripping down your thighs into his leather seat, Also wiping the spot on his covers thigh.
“Made a mess did we.” You laughed noticing the stain on his leg.
“You made a mess.” He corrected.
“Could have been worse.” You winked, he knew what you meant and he nodded.
You both exited the vehicle a group of four walking by they looked away from the two of you minding there business. Cute.
Helping you out he took his hat back giving your back to you, placing the hat on your head he gave you a deep kiss. “Your lipstick is smudged doll.” He smirked.
Fuck, you let your hands whipe around your mouth. Phillip watching you he couldn’t help but smile, little did he know he had a few hickeys light but they were there. You both continued on to the gate getting a drink then heading in to the rodeo, your mother of course had to ask questions.
“Where has y’all be, it been like 30 minutes?” She questioned your father looking up taking a sip of his drink.
“I had to use the bathroom and feed him so fried Oreos because he’s never had ‘em.” You spoke innocently the lie rolling off your tongue so easily.
She shook her head letting y’all sit down you in between your father and boyfriend. Your father giving the two of you a look that caused your stomach to drop, but Phillip ignored it tried to anyway. You glance over at him noticing a light lipstick stain, your lipstick stain it wasn’t very visible but it was still there if your wore a lighter shade maybe could have gotten away with it but as of now he knew he had to.
“Graves come get a drink with me.” Your father spoke, Tapping your leg to let him through.
Oh shit, shit shit shit!
Lip nodded standing up going down the bleachers with your father. You looked over at your sister who was next to your mother, Nessa giving you a panicked look.
Phillip stood in line with your father the silence thick. The noise of the fair and rodeo seemed so dreadfully loud. Phillip soon opened his mouth to say something but was cut off “how long have you been sleeping with my daughter.” Shepherd spoke dangerously calm.
“Im sorry?” Graves asked, his heart dropped into his stomach.
Shepherd turned his head looking him dead in the eye “How. Long. Have you been sleeping. With my daughter.”
Phillip wasn’t one to show weakness nore fear but right now he was fucking scared, he made a reckless misstep because he couldn’t keep it in his pants for a few more hours. “Sir, I.. shit.” He took a breath his voice slightly shaky.
“For about 9 or so months now.” He spoke, you two have known each other longer but have been together since late February.
Shepherds head turned back looking in front of him ordering his beer. The two men stepped out of line Phillip trying to explain the situation but he wasn’t having it.
“You realize my daughter is almost 10 fucking years younger than you. And I told you Graves, you and your boys being around my family you were forbidden to involve your self with any on my daughters, Natalie, Vanessa, (name). Yet here I’m finding myself having this conversation with you because your sleeping with my youngest.” Shepherd spoke his voice still calm not wanting to cause a scene, but Shepherd was livid.
Graves had just dug his own grave, they had been caught. “Sir Im aware how old she is and I know I wasn’t supposed to get involved with your daughters life it just happened… we-” Phillip spoke getting caught off.
“I don’t want to hear excuses Phillip, let me make this clear. You can stay the rest of the night because I invited you but when you take my daughter to her apartment tonight because she’ll use her sister to cover for her. I want you to cut contact with her or I will release you if your duties.” Shepherd said his face close to Phillips.
“Do I make myself clear boy.”
“Yes sir.”
“Good.”
With that the two men returned on there way back. Phillip couldn’t believe how easily he gave into your father, how easily he just had to leave you. He couldn’t do that to you nor himself, but his career,  was at risk something he’s worked hard for something her loved yet cherished you. He loved you, so fucking much. Walking back up he saw the worried expression your wore through a small smile, he gave you a reassuring smile nodding at you as he sat down.
Your head turned looking at him, but you couldn’t read him, nothing.
The night went by slower than you would have liked, the rodeo ended at about 11 your family and Phillip now on the way out and you had done exactly what your dad had known. You had used your sister as cover walking the opposite direction with her and Lip Nessa soon seeing her way out.
Getting in the truck you finally spoke “What did my father say?” She asked, he brows frowned.
He didn’t say anything he only began to start driving, his blue eyes focused on the road.
“Phillip what did you and my dad talk about..” now you were scared.
“Baby…”
“Lets talk when he get you back to your place..” he spoke his hand laying on your thigh rubbing it softly.
So you guys did getting into your apartment you took your boots off placing you hat and bag down, Phillip followed in behind you but didn’t remove his shoes he wasn’t wearing his hat anymore. You walked up to him going to him your hands going to touch his face, but he stoped you his hands grabbing your wrist.
“We cant do this anymore..” he whispered.
What? No what the fuck.
“What do you mean..” you couldn’t feel the lump in your throat form you knew what he ment.
“Doll don’t look at me like that… please don’t look at me that way…” his voice soft, his blue eyes focused on you.
“No, no fucking tell me. You cant just.” You spoke, you voice breaking.
“What did he tell you, what did he make you think.” You asked your hands now in fist.
“(Name) dont make this harder than it had to be. He knows…”
“No shit he know you’re standing here breaking up with me!” You shouted pulling you hands from his grip pushing him back a little.
“What the fuck Phillip! are- are you kidding me…” you cried out.
“Why..” you asked letting out a frustrated cry.
“Im 32 sweetheart, your only 23 you have so much to live for. Im… im only gonna hold you back..” he spoke, that lie made him sick, you were living he would never do anything to hold you back. Yet that that excuse he chose to you and you called bullshit.
“Did he threaten releasing you from your position?”
He looked down at her “No.. no”
“Stop lying dont fucking protect him, tell me.” You spoke sternly few tears falling down your face.
Graves looked at you, he hated how you were about the only person that could see through his lies. “He did..”
And you knew how much that job meant to him, how hard he worked for the shadow company how many years he put into the military and now you stood in the way of that. You couldn’t blame him, but it hurt, hurt even more when you weren’t gonna let your father take that away from him. Phillip took a step towards you he wanted to explain you knew the love that he carried for you, but you weren’t gonna make him chose because he was considering it.
“Don’t let me come in between that, I sorry Lip I- I didn’t know he would do that. That he was going to threaten you position.” His heart broke hearing your words.
“Please don’t apologize, never apologize.. I love you so much I hope you know that. I don’t want to lose you.” He spoke taking your face in his hands making you look at him, tears stained your features.
“Phillip, your worked so hard for all of that, don’t chose me over 10 years of hard work. I cant make you do that. I openly went against my fathers wishes and his we were reckless and now you have to go back to work don’t let me drag you down.” Her hands held into his forearm your heads weight falling into his hands.
No, you couldn’t. You could never hold him down, he wanted you and would give up his line of work to be with you. But you wouldn’t let him.
“Doll, don’t say that you could never hold me back.” He spoke his eyes starting to gloss over.
Dont cry, not in-front if her not now.
“You gotta go Lip… you- god, you have to let me go as I do too” you sobbed quietly.
He pulled you in close wrapping his arms tightly around you, “please don’t give up on me.” He whispered his head laying onto of yours, your soft cries muffled into his shirt. He could feel the wet spot build up on his shirt.
“Go Phillip.” You said making yourself push against him, “Fucking go! Please!” You pushed him back.
“I love you (name)..” he spoke softly.
Your bottom lip trembled “I love you too..”
It felt as if someone had just stabbed him over and over and fucking over just left to bleed out.
Maybe this was it.

Okayy I felt dramatic so here’s some angst maybe a part 2 im not sure though we’ll see!
Little college assignment I finished last month based on an idea I had since either 2022 or 2023. I had a bit of issues at the beginning of the animation but decided to ignore my anxiety and upload it now!
Soap: “He was part of us and when he died, all the actions stopped dead and there was no one to do them just the way he did. He was individual. He was an important man. Ive never gotten over his death.”
Ghost: “He felt as if he had left a stage behind and many actors. He felt as if he had left the great seance and all the murmuring ghosts. He was moving from an unreality that was frightening into a reality that was unreal because it was new.”
Gaz: “I feel alive for the first time in years. For a little while I’m not afraid. Maybe it’s because I’m doing the right thing at last.”
Price: “The circus must go on, even with war beginning within the hour…”
Laswell: “It doesn’t matter what you do, he said, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that’s like you after you take your hands away.”
Alejandro: “Man never gets so discouraged or disgusted that he gives up doing it all over again, because he knows very well it is important and worth the doing.”
Rudy: “We’re remembering. That’s where we’ll win out in the long run. And some day we’ll remember so much that we’ll build the biggest goddamn streamshovel in history and dig the biggest grave of all time and shove war in and cover it up.”
Graves: “But you can’t make people listen. They have to come round in their own time, wondering what happened and why the world blew up under them. It can’t last.”
Shepard: “Give a man a few lines of verse and he thinks he’s the Lord of all Creation.”
Valeria: “Its real beauty is that it destroys responsibility and consequences. Now Montag, you’re a burden. And fire will lift you off my shoulder, clean, quick, sure; nothing to rot later. Antibiotic, aesthetic, practical.”
Summary: You weren't seen as a high-ranking solider, and you were stuck in a position you didn't want, directly by General Shepard's side. You get a call one day about a new opportunity that will help you.
. Reader is presumed female
Note: I've never played any of the games, so please excuse any inaccuracies. Due to the use of Google Translate, any languages displayed may potentially be incorrect.
There will be explicit sexual content, as well as instances of harassment, cursing, and drug usage.
Callsign: Hound
You had to confess that getting back together with Price and Gaz excited you. Heck, even meeting Soap and Ghost made you happy even though you didn't really know them yet. You settled into your new room more quickly than you had anticipated. Thank goodness, there is still time before lights out.
You sat on your bed, unable to suppress your excitement. This was how peace felt, and you hadn't felt it in a long time. There were no prying eyes on you now. Now that you were able to breathe, you huffed and sat back down on your bed. You stretched your hands to the ceiling. This is something you can get used to every night.
A soft knock came on your door. You raised your head and shouted a quick come in. The door opened to reveal Price, who appeared to be holding something behind his back as he opened the door more to make himself more visible to you.
"Got a minute to spare Hound?"
You sat up and patted the spot on your bed next to you with a smile. Price entered your room and closed the door behind him with his foot so you couldn't see what he was carrying behind his back. He approached your bed and sat alongside you. He was close enough that if he stretched his legs, they would touch yours.
Price cleared his throat before revealing what he was hiding behind his back: a plushie, a dog plushie. You gazed at him for a bit before taking it from him with a chuckle. "What is this for?"
"Well, I figured you can grab this and keep it close if you ever experience nightmares," Price said with a faint smile as he turned away from you a bit.
He genuinely thought about you...
"Thank you John, I love it already, but what if you have nightmares?"
Price chuckled, "I doubt I'll be needing it."
You smiled at Price, and there they were once more—those butterflies. You can briefly detect a change in Price's eyes when he turned to face you, but it just lasted a split second if you were lucky enough to notice it. You placed the plush on your lap.
"What made you pick me?" You inquired. "With all due respect Captain-"
"Had to find people I trusted, and you are someone I trust with my life," Price hummed.
He trusted you, and you trusted him. So, what made you respond the way you did when he touched you? A reflex, perhaps? It was only a polite, welcome gesture… so why? Why do you feel both unsafe and secure at the same time? You were safe, safe with everyone, safe with John...
"I trust you as well, John," you said, exhaling. "With everything…"
Price chuckled a little before asking, "With anything, soldier?" in a softer tone.
"Yes sir."
Price gave you a nod and a little smile as he rose up and shifted your bed. He opened your door before closing it gave you a last look then a salute, "Have a goodnight Y/N, sleep tight yea."
You adjusted yourself onto your bed, letting out a sigh as you closed your eyes soon heading off to sleep.
. . .
Price stared through your file, a grim expression on his face, rereading it over and over, oblivious to Ghost's presence.
"Something the matter Captain?"
Price's eyes never leaving the paper as he answered with gruff hum. Ghost tilted his head slightly confused by the captains response.
"This doesn't seem right..." Price muttered. "You'd think the signs would be there eh..."
"Price."
"Yeah Ghost I hear ya."
Ghost pointed at the file in Price's hands, "That Hound's?"
"Yeah… ever get a gut feeling something's wrong but can't put a bloody finger on it?" Price inquired, lowering the file and closing it.
"Every day, sir," Ghost responded. "Something wrong with the file?"
"Take a go at it, either I'm losing it or there's something else going on," Price said as he slid the file forward.
Ghost took the file and scanned it, his eyes immediately falling on the name Shepard. It was your last name.
Ghost looked at Price then back at the file.
"How long have they-"
Price cut Ghost off, "Look at the other paper."
Ghost slid the first paper, then the second; it was an older picture of you, one in which you appeared younger, as seen by the form of your face. He looked up your surname, it was L/N.
"I don't get it…" Ghost inquired as he examined both documents.
"Me either, mate," Price sneered as Ghost handed him your file back. "You'd think I'd notice something so obvious as that the first time."
Ghost hummed, "Maybe it was an off duty decision."
"No, no, Hound has a family, parents and siblings, this would've come up," Price grumbled, carefully examining the two documents.
"Disappointed you weren't invited to the wedding, Captain?" Ghost commented.
"Far from it," Price sneered. "This doesn't sit right with me, not in the slightest."
"Are you gonna to ask her about it?”
Price shook his head, “No.”
The way you tensed when he touched you said more than words could. Something happened to you. You were a tough nut to crack, based on the situations you, Gaz, and him had been through.
Kate told him to find out what’s going on through you while she started digging into Shepard. He trusted you, as well as you trusted him, that he knew for sure. Should he wait for you to tell him? Or should he just be straightforward with you?
“Fuckin Hell,” he mumbled under his breath. “God, Y/N what’s going on with you…”
…
“Morning Hound, how’d you sleep?” Gaz called out to you from the mess hall. You approached him and gave him a little wave. He was the only one at the table.
There were a couple other people in the mess hall who smiled at you before going about their business.
"Good morning, Gaz," you replied. "Where is everyone?"
"In the training room, Soap wanted to confront one of the novices while Ghost monitors," Gaz shrugged.
You raised your brow, “Right…”
Gaz simply smiled at you. It was a gentle one, able to melt a frozen heart. Although it appeared as though he was gazing through you, you can tell that he was still taking in the reality that you were in fact here, in front of him.
“You okay?”
"Yes, it's bloody brilliant to see you alive and well, it's been so long I nearly forgot what you looked like," Gaz chuckles. "You haven't changed a lot."
You sat across from Gaz, smugly smiling. “Really? Kindly elucidate."
"You still look absolutely stunning," Gaz remarked.
"Pft, you're just saying that," you scoff.
"No, it's true, you still look beautiful, maybe not as good as me, but-"
"Oh really," you said, covering your mouth and laughing.
“Y/N…”
“Yeah?”
"We really missed you, and I'm happy you're here," Gaz replied softly.
"I'm glad too," you said while grinning at him.
Gaz missed you. And so did Price. They never forgot about you, you were still dear to their hearts. It hasn’t been a solid 24 hours and they’ve already made you feel warm and fuzzy. They made you welcomed, made you feel safe. Although trust comes a long way, and it isn’t given it’s earned, Soap and Ghost have to earn that trust as you need to earn their trust as well.
“What were you doin all this time? Like I mentioned yesterday all I heard was that you were doing solo missions.”
“… the higher up’s like the work I do I guess…”
Shepard liked the work you did too. A little to much...
“Pretty face does equal elegant work,” Gaz mused.
"Oh hush you," you giggled. "But yes, I've been doing a lot of solo assignments, took it a day at a time."
"Have you spoken to your family since then?"
A tsunami-like sensation of dread rushed over you. It felt like a spear right through your heart. Shepard killed your parent … They were taken from you. Not metaphorically or rhetorically or poetically or theoretically or any other fancy way, they were gone. Straight up.
"Hound?"
"No Gaz, I haven't spoken to them… gosh, I don't even remember the last time I spoke to them," you shook your head, sighing.
"Hey, it's alright, it's been awhile for me too," Gaz said softly. "I'm sure Price or Laswell can arrange something for you."
"I don't know-"
Gaz opened his mouth to say something but quickly closed it; you looked at him then turned your head to see Ghost approaching the two of you, Soap jogging straight behind him. While catching up to him, Soap had a stupid smile on his face.
"Mornin' Hound, Mornin' Gaz," Soap said as he sat down next to you. You raised your brow at him, greeting him and then Ghost.
"How was the match?" Gaz asked.
Ghost shook his head while Soap grinned. "I wiped the floor with those little fuckers."
"You don't say," Gaz hummed.
"So... anyone up for a match?" Soap asked looking between you and Gaz. Gaz shook his head, "Hard pass."
Soap turned to you, "How about it Hound? Want a go at it?"
"Eh, I don't know..." you hummed.
"Oh come on, it'd be great practice, plus captain says you're a big deal, I wanna see for myself," Soap says, elbowing you slightly.
"I'd tear you apart Soap."
"Oh! Well then come on," Soap says standing up jogging lightly on his feet. "Let's see what you got Hound."
As you stood up from the table, you exhaled a trembling breath. As soon as Gaz got to his feet, he hurried up to you and put his hand on your shoulder while turning to face you. You felt your body stiffen up again, and your gaze rested on his hand, and you hastily shrugged off before giving Gaz a faint smile and trailing after Soap, while Gaz followed behind.
As you reached the training area, you noticed a few other people engaging in their own individual training and competitive matches. You noticed the large ring in the center of the room, where Soap cheerfully walked inside and signaled for you to join him.
You entered the ring looking at Soap, "You sure you wanna do this?"
"Bring it, show me why they call you Hound."
"They call me Hound because I'm good at finding people… but alright," you scoffed.
Soap and you both took a position. You both circled each other until Soap made the fourth move, approaching you and throwing a punch, which you blocked and returned.
The others in the room stopped what they were doing to watch you and Soap, and out of the corner of your eye, you observed them. You also got sight of a man wearing a bucket hat enter the room. Price had came.
Soap had landed a hit on the side of your stomach, so you grunted and elbowed him back, raising your leg up to knee him in the stomach and sending an elbow to his back. You kicked the back of the calf, causing him to stumble slightly but soon recover and throw another fist your way.
"Good shit Hound."
As soon as you heard what Price was saying, a cozy sensation returned to your tummy. For a brief instant, you almost lost focus on what you were doing. But what would his voice sound like in a low whisper…in your ear?
"Shepard knows how to pick em." You overheard someone say. Every single one of the butterflies in your stomach started to burn. You had Soap trapped down with his arm in your hand before you realized it. You lightly stepped on his back. Shepard. Fucking Shepard. Because of him, you're still here. You can't avoid his name no matter where you go. Worse than his presence was his name.
"Ah- okay- okay Uncle!"
You walked out of the ring, past Gaz and Price, after dropping Soap's arm in a huff. Gaz gave Soap a puzzled look, and Price followed you.
"Hound."
As you were ready to enter your room, you paused in your tacks and sighed, turning on your heel.
"My office, now."
You followed Price back into his office, closing the door behind you. His office had a bar-like odor. "Yes sir?"
"You wanna tell me what's goin' on in that head of yours?" Price asked you as he reclined against his desk, arms crossed and head cocked.
"I'm sorry?"
Price hummed, "I've known you long enough to know that look in your way Hound."
"What look sir?"
"Lost."
"I'm fine Captain, just got heated in the moment," you said with a smile.
Price locked his gaze on you, scanning you up and down. It sent shivers up and down your spine. You needed to leave immediately, you needed to think.
"May I go now?"
"What's the rush?" Price asked his voice sounding stern.
You shook your head, "My family...I- I haven't checked in on them."
"Homesick?"
You nodded, "Very."
As you approached, Price sighed and gave you a faint smile. "Understandable; if you'd like, I can work something out for you, yeah?"
"Thank you sir," you said.
"You can leave now," Price remarked, motioning to the door. He observed you exit the space as swiftly as you entered.
