Hiiii, I have a request! Can you do task force 141 and boot riding? Can be as mean Abe degrading as you want (((: thanks if you decide too, no worries if it ain’t your thing!!!
“go on then,” ghost murmurs, voice low beneath the rasp of his mask. he’s seated back in the armchair, legs spread, one thick boot planted firm between your legs.
“show them how you beg, sweetheart.”
you’re already grinding slow against the leather, soaked through your panties, hips trembling as you rut against the toe of his boot. the room smells like sweat and smoke—gaz’s lighter flicks on and off, soap’s fingers drum the table, and price is sipping a drink like you’re the only entertainment for the night.
you’d be more embarrassed if you weren’t so turned on. it was soap’s idea—said he saw some girl who looks just like you riding her boyfriend’s leather boot on twitter—said she was crying by the end of it. said he wanted to see you like that. you rolled your eyes, told him he was a perv—but here you are.
knees sore on the hardwood, panties shoved to the side, making a mess on simon’s boot while the others look on like it’s their favorite show.
“she’s takin’ it so well,” soap groans, voice thick with arousal. he’s palming himself through his jeans, eyes locked on where your cunt grinds against simon’s toe.
“must be fuckin’ ruined,” gaz mutters, flicking his lighter one more time before shoving it into his pocket. “look at the stain, mate. she’s soaking through.”
price hums lowly, glass tipping to his lips. “she gonna come like that?”
you whimper—because you might. because it’s so much—too much. their eyes, ghost’s firm boot, the weight of it all pressing down on you like sin.
“you gonna come for us, lovie?” price asks, voice calm and casual like he’s asking what’s for dinner. “gonna show us how pretty you look when you fall apart on a man’s fuckin’ boot?”
ghost leans in then, gloved hand gripping your hair tight enough to sting.
“c’mon then, pet,” he rasps. “be a good girl. let them see what you sound like when you come beggin’.”
The first night is quiet, warm, and weirdly domestic.
You’ve barely been there three hours and the place already smells like cedar, mugwort, and a hint of your lavender-chamomile oil mix. You put salt in the corners before your bags were even unpacked, drew little protection sigils in charcoal on the bottom of the soap dish, saged the living room like it was second nature. There's a diffuser humming with lavender and chamomile, and the record player’s already spinning something dark and dreamy. It's homey in a way that shouldn't make sense, not on base, not here. You move with the calm of someone who knows how to take up space without asking—and the house adjusts to you like it’s been waiting.
And Price—he’s just standing there. Watching. Arms crossed, back against the kitchen doorway. That same half-smirk he wears during debriefs, when the mission’s going sideways and he knows exactly how to fix it. He doesn’t interrupt, doesn’t ask. Just studies you like a blueprint he already committed to memory.
He knew you'd do this. You were the one he picked.
It wasn’t even a hard choice.
Kate had smacked the file down on the table, still warm from the printer. “This one’s new. Little witchy. Soft, smart. Total sweetheart. Like if Morticia Addams was Gen Z with nipple piercings.”
Price raised a brow, flipping it open.
“Combat support, certified in psych ops, trauma-informed, high praise from every commanding officer, no notes.”
Price had stared at your photo for a long minute. Braids, piercings, that tiny tilt of your smile like you knew something the camera didn’t.
He thought about his team—lethal, loyal, touch-starved.
He didn’t even blink. Just tapped the photo once and said, “That one.”
He didn’t say why. But he knew.
The team had been running cold. Burned out and stretched thin. They didn’t need another soldier.
They needed something else. Something warm. Gentle hands. Velvet rope. Sass and safety in equal measure.
They needed a hearth.
So now here you are. In the oversized TF141 base quarters, you’re in soft black shorts and an old band tee knotted at your waist, legs bare and golden under the overhead lights. Your pick-and-drop braids fall down your back, shifting with every step like they’ve got their own opinions. You’ve got a quiet little smile, but there’s confidence behind it—like you already clocked every exit and decided to stay anyway. Your piercings glint when you talk. And you’ve been talking, sweet and easy, filling up the rooms with sound.
Soap is the first to break.
Of course he is.
You’re bent over near the coffee table, putting down your little lavender-chamomile mix in the oil diffuser, with a calm little hum on your lips, and he’s watching like it’s the only thing on Earth that matters. He’s been good. Price made sure of that—laid down the rules in that tone no one argues with. “Let ‘em settle in. No jumping ‘em like dogs in heat.”
But Soap has never had patience. His thigh’s been bouncing all night. His mouth presses into a tight line every time you pass him in those damn shorts.
Finally, he leans one arm on the kitchen counter, trying to play it cool like he isn't hard under those cargo pants even though you can feel the tension roll off him.
"Y’know…” he starts, voice rough like gravel, “we’ve been real well-behaved. Considering how good you look in that lil top, Bunny.”
You don't even look up.
"You think that earns you a reward?"
The way he chokes?
Please.
Gaz is second. Less obvious than Soap, but sneakier.
He brings you tea before you ask for it, knows how you like it by day three. Touches your shoulder gently when he passes behind you. Sits so close on the couch you could tuck into his side without even moving.
When you talk music, he listens like you’re reading scriptures. He offers you his headphones. Notices the way your lip liner fades into gloss. Asks about your tattoos with soft curiosity, not hungry lust—but his eyes always drop to your mouth before he looks back up.
He doesn’t rush it. Doesn’t try to lead.
Just…makes space. Opens doors. Let’s you step through.
He’s smoother, quieter, but he’s just as caught
Ghost is last.
Not because he doesn’t want you.
Because he does.
At first, he barely speaks. He watches you in the kitchen, watching the way you move while you sing under your breath, stirring a pot of soup like you’ve done it a hundred times. Siouxsie plays low on your phone. Your hips sway in rhythm with the music, your voice soft.
He leans in the doorway. Silent. A shadow with sharp edges and tired eyes.
Eventually, he kisses you. Soft. Quick. A little clumsy. Hesitant like he’s scared it’ll break something inside him. You blink, stunned, and he mutters, "Just…shut up. Don’t make it a thing." Then walks off like his heart wasn’t pounding loud enough to hear across the room.
But what really breaks him?
It's the couch.
You’re curled up in long flared leggings, scrolling through your playlist while Soap’s head rests lazily in your lap. Your fingers rake through his hair without even thinking. Ghost is nearby. Tense. Silent. Watching. Like he’s fighting something tooth and nail.
You meet his eyes.
Then pat your thigh.
No words. Just an offer.
He stares. Long enough you think maybe he’ll just walk away again.
But he moves and obeys.
Kneels. Slow. Controlled. He lays his head in your lap, mask still on and you start to rub his scalp through the fabric. Your nails drag just right and he exhales like you just freed him from gravity. Like all the tension in his body decided to leave at once.
Price watches from the doorway, and—for the first time in a long time—he smiles.
Because this?
This was his idea.
He knew what his boys needed.
Not just someone to warm their beds.
They needed softness. Sweetness. A bit of witchcraft and a whole lot of care.
What if poly! task force 141 meets your family for a Christmas party
This is poly! task force 141 x Reader | Part 1 | Part 2
Tags: Family problems mentioned (abandonment of father), overwhelming emotions, no y/n mentioned
a/n; I just wanted to see how this turns out because I'm getting more into this fandom even though I haven't even played the game.. 👀 but if this gets more attention than I expect I might write for task force 141
Also may not be accurate to peoples family but this is by my family to make things easier
This was the only time you can get a break and go meet your family, your partners feeling like this was the moment where they can finally meet your family and introduce themselves
During nights they would hear your conversation behind the door, not meaning to ear-drop but they were curious... well Soap mostly
"Yes Mum, I'll ask them if they can come.. what no! Yes I know... yes mum I love you too, I'll see you on Christmas day" That's when you hung up and called them over to tell them everything which they agreed
Ghost was the one that mostly was difficult as he thinks your family isn't going to like him but you reassured
Now here you are, in the car
Price driving the car as you gave him the address, Gaz was in the front as he played the music while Ghost and Soap sat both sides of you while you were settled in the middle
You were nervous, excited and happy that you're finally gonna introduce your family to them..
"So Hen, what's ye' family like?" Soap suddenly asked as he placed a hand on your thigh knowing how stressed your feeling right now
"Hm? Oh! My family is really sweet but they can get really nosy, especially my grandma.. she.. likes to ask a lot of questions" You nervously laughed
"What about your parents?" Price asked format he front, taking single glances to the rear view mirror to see your face
"My mum is really kind and she likes to meet new people, She can get a bit worried about me sometimes but she will like you guys" You smiled
"What about your father?" Gaz turned to face you
Your face fell at the sudden name of father "Uhh, he's not around anymore, left me when I was little" You confessed
"Shit sorry love" Gaz saddened
"No! no, it's not your fault, he was a real jerk anyways so who cares" You waved him off and asked to turn the subject
"So what's e' like over there?" Ghost raspy voice came through your ears "Hmm, I would say that my place is quite lively, my room hasn't changed since I went to the military, I bet it still has my stuff in there when I was a bit younger" You reflected
"Well, you betta let us have a wee look then" Soap chuckled as he gave your thighs a few soft slaps
"How far are we John?" You asked, your arms resting on the front chairs in front of you "Just 10 more minutes love and we'll be there in no time!" John gave you a smirk
You gave a soft okay as you sat back, giving out a yawn as you didn't catch much sleep last night from being too overwhelmed with emotions that night
Overthinking stuff that may or may not happen, what you're family would think about you or your partners
"Tired luv'? Rest on me, we still have 9 minutes" Ghost suggested which you gladly did, leaning your head on his shoulder as you rested your eyes for who knows how long
Until you were softly woken up by someone shaking you awake "Up and at them, we're here" Ghost commanded softly
"I'm up, I'm up" You moaned, sitting up as you unfastened your seat-belt as Soap helped you out of the door, holding your hand and giving it a tight squeeze
Finally you made it, the place where you grew up in, the place where you had fights with your siblings and where everything was planned for events
You were finally home
From where you were standing, the backyard gate was open to reveal some of your family, two of your younger brothers playing basketball with your older cousin and some other cousin hanging out with your older sister
Your brother turned around and spotted you, shouting out you name and ran to you in excitement after seeing you from such a long time
"Name!" Your brother screamed, causing everyone to look to see you, slightly colliding into you as you hugged him back
"Hey buddy!" You cheered until your other brother came and hugged you, he was more taller than you
"Okay okay!" You laughed, your brothers pulling themselves off of you until your sister went to see what was happening until she spotted you
Instantly clinging onto you as you two hugged for a while, sharing a sibling bond moment while your partner watched in awe
"Name, who are they?" Your young young brother asked, pointing to your partners
You lifted your head up and smiled "They are my partners, they wanted to come see you and the family"
"Hey there mate" Soap kneeled down to meet eye to eye with your brother "Names Johnny but call me soap" he winked playfully
Meanwhile your sister was too busy hugging you to even realise they were even there to begin with, worriedly looking over to them as you patted her "Okay, I'm not going anywhere, you can let go" You gave out a small laugh
Finally she let go but gave you slap causing you to yelp "That's for making me worry too much" she scolded
"Fesity is she?" Price chuckled deeply "Name's John, I would assume your name's older sister?"
"Here's Simon or he would like to be called Ghost, Soap and Gaz" John patted them on the shoulder to point out who's who
"Nice to meet you all" She nodded "Name, Mum's inside with everyone else, she's been dying to see you"
I'm having a few drinks in my room tonight and...
John Price who is a nice guy, a bit strict and blunt but he puts the wellbeing of others above his own including you.
Ol' you who is head over heel's for the captain but remains (almost) normal infront of him to not make yourself look like a fool but that gets thrown out the window when you see him at one of the local pubs. You have a glass and a half of whatever alcohol you choose that night in you and your not drunk, or even tipsy at this point but you use it as an excuse as you blurt out all the things that have been circling in your head.
"Your ass looks great in every pants holy fuck how does that work, your ass looks better than mine-"
"The strap on your thigh makes my mouth water- hey does your tip touch the-"
"I never though I had a daddy kink and I dont but for Captain Price I would call him daddy in a heart beat-"
"Do you think he would let me lick his curly happy trail and chest hair?"
His team mates watch on with a mixture of amusement and shock since they had watched their captain mope around when he thought no-one was looking since he thought you didnt like him back.
Now they were just needing to help you two get together.... Soap wanted to try first but Ghost quickly reigned him in since he knew the Scott would probably end up in a threesome but the masked man had to hold the other back by the scruff whenever you blurted out about their captain because the Scott's mind was running....
Poor thing now Ghost has to help his problem as Gaz sweet talks you :(
❦ thinking about dragging the cod boys to the farmers market ❧
you’re the first one up.
not because you’re a morning person—you’re not—but because you’ve been talking about this damn farmers market all week and they promised they’d take you. even ghost. even though he growled the word crowds under his breath when you mentioned it. you tug on your favorite outfit—something cute and cottage-y with a little ribbon in your hair, obviously, grab your pink tote bag, and tiptoe through the house like a girl on a mission.
soap’s already in the kitchen by the time you’re done getting dressed. shirtless. tousled. making coffee like it’s his job. “you look edible,” he mumbles sleepily, handing you your favorite mug. “i mean—you’re edible. the outfit. the hair. jesus.” he leans down to kiss your forehead and spills a little coffee in the process. worth it.
gaz is next, dragging himself in with pillow creases on his cheek and kissing you with a sleepy “you ready, princess?” like he’s not the one still wearing pajama pants. he throws on a hoodie, grabs the car keys, and insists you ride up front with him like it’s a date.
price actually looks put together—he’s the one who remembers sunscreen and cash. he lingers behind to pack your favorite snacks in a little cooler bag “just in case” and acts like he wasn’t the one who rolled over an hour ago muttering ‘do we really need organic jam?’
ghost comes last, of course. in a dark hoodie and sunglasses and a baseball cap, doing his best please don’t look at me disguise. but he walks beside you the whole time. carries the heaviest bags. lets you put a little pink strawberry sticker on the back of his phone when you buy a sheet from that cute local artist.
you wander the stalls together like something out of a dream. gaz steals a strawberry from your sample cup and runs when you fake gasp. soap buys honey and swears it’s “for the tea” but you catch him dipping a spoon in it raw. price talks to every vendor like he knows them personally. ghost disappears once—and you panic—until he shows up five minutes later with a bundle of pink peonies and quietly hands them to you with a shrug.
you buy tiny jars of jam and too much sourdough and a lemon tart with powdered sugar that ends up on your nose. ghost wipes it off with his thumb. soap kisses you after. “sweet,” he says.
they carry your bags. they hold your hands. they buy you a strawberry lemonade with extra ice. they complain the whole way back to the car. they love you more than they know how to say.
What if poly! task force 141 meets your family for a Christmas party
This is poly! task force 141 x Reader | Part 1 | Part 2
Tags: Family problems mentioned (abandonment of father), overwhelming emotions, no y/n mentioned
a/n; I decided to do part 2!
Also may not be accurate to peoples family but this is by my family to make things easier
By the time you got through the door, everyone was happy to see you, making you smile as your Aunty was the first to greet you by a hug and a few kisses on your cheek which she usually did when you were a young one
"So happy to see you baby!" She cheered as she gave you a couple of more, meanwhile the boy watched in amusement making you feel slightly embarrassed "Okay Auntie" You politely pulled her off
"Auntie, I would like you to meet my boys"
"You guys must be her partners! Ah so happy to finally meet you all"
"I'll be back I need to find my mum" You mouthed at them
John shooed you away while Auntie made the introductions while you went to look for your mum to only find her in her room, looking at photos of when you were younger
Emotions went through your body as tears started to prick your eyes as your voice cracked "Mum.."
"Oh Honey" Your mum cried as she hugged you tightly "I've missed you so much baby" She kissed your head as you cried into her arms from being away for so long without your mother
"You're okay right? Nothing to worry about.. oh baby, you've got scars on your face... even your arms and legs.. oh honey" She cupped your face
"I'm so proud of you" She softly smiled then pulled you in again
Having a mother and daughter for a few more seconds until you lifted your head "I have some people that would like to meet you"
Your mother smiled brightly, wiping your tears away "I would love to"
...
"Guys I would like you to meet my mum" Your voice called out, catching the attention of the guys
John was the first one to introduce himself, pulling down his hat only slightly as a greeting and shaking your mother's hand
Gaz was the polite one, giving the softest handshake to your mother "You have a lovely daughter"
Soap was next "Madam, names Johnny, please too meet ya'"
And then there was ghost, his mask was off, as his face was fully displayed, not wanting to scare anyone as he nodded his head in his own greeting
Confusingly your mother looked at you "He doesn't talk that much" You shrugged as she nodded in understanding
"Name! Come play with us" Your little cousin yelled at she tugged your pants
Looking down to see her bright cheerful face "Well I can't say no to that face" You giggled as you pinched her cheek causing her to giggle and tugging you away
"Mum! Don't show them anything!" you shouted as you glared at her way while being dragged outside
Behind you, you could hear the boy laughing as you mother spoke to them
"Name! Name! Look at this" Your little cousin shouted as they did a little trick which you clapped to as you cheered her on
Your older cousins who were older than you joined into talk to you and to watch over the little ones
Meanwhile with your mum
"Thank you for taking care of her" Your mother thanked each one of them "Ever since her father left, she became more and more sensitive and quiet, not until she came back and looks more lively than ever"
"Ma'am, we have your thank you and liked to stay with your daughter for the rest of her life, would that be okay with you?" John politely asked
"You boys don't have to call me ma'am.. just call me ' ' and yes, my daughter seems happy with you all" Your mother offered as they kept a conversation up
For the rest of the day, the boys introduced themselves to everyone, aunties, uncles, cousins and everyone seemed to love them
Now it was time for the little kids to open their presents, you sneakly placed a bunch under the tree for the little kids to open up, hoping the present is what they liked
Johnny slouched on you, his arms wrapped around your shoulders as you both swayed while talking
Ghost standing near by as John chatted with your uncle, while Gaz talked about whatever he was talking about to your Grandma who already seemed to love him
Lets just say this was the best choice you could have made
May not be the best, but I had to finish my online training
omg it took me forever to find this 😭 and I got so busy but I'm outta school finally so voila.
part 2 to this post
Task Force 141 x Masc Black Stoner!Reader
Your phone buzzes at 2:47 AM and you don't even check who it is before you're smiling into your pillow.
It's been like this for three months. Random texts at weird hours because they're in different time zones, doing god-knows-what in god-knows-where. Soap sends you blurry photos of sunrises with captions like "better view from yer fire escape tho". Gaz texts you song recommendations that always somehow match your mood. Price sends single-word check-ins: "Eating?" "Sleeping?" "Rent?". And Ghost—
Ghost sends you pictures of stray cats he finds on missions. No captions. Just cats.
You're so fucking gone for all of them it's embarrassing.
Tonight's text is from Soap: "miss that bloody fire escape"
You type back: "miss u guys smoking all my shit for free"
Three dots. Then: "what if we paid ye back in person"
Your heart does something stupid in your chest.
"you back in the city?"
"tomorrow. same spot? 8pm?"
You stare at the message for a full minute. Then you're out of bed, looking at your apartment with fresh eyes—the same peeling paint, the same rattling fire escape, the same one fucking lightbulb. Except now you're seeing it through their eyes. What if it's too pathetic? What if three months of texting built you up into something you're not, and they show up and remember you're just some broke kid who got lucky one night?
You text back anyway: "yeah. I'll roll something special"
Soap: "gonna hold ye to that bonnie"
You don't sleep the rest of the night.
By 7:45 PM you've changed clothes four times, rolled and re-rolled the same blunt twice, and nearly talked yourself out of this six different ways.
It's just weed. Just hanging out. Except your hands are shaking when you light the candle you definitely didn't buy just for this, and you maybe cleaned your apartment for the first time in weeks, and you're wearing the hoodie that makes your collarbones look good—
Boots on pavement.
Your whole body goes still.
You force yourself to walk slow to the window, push it open casual-like, step onto the fire escape like you weren't just vibrating with anxiety thirty seconds ago.
And there they are.
Four of them, looking up at you like they never left. Soap's grinning so wide you can see it from here. Gaz has his hands in his pockets, head tilted, that easy smile that made you stupid last time already creeping across his face. Price tips his chin up in acknowledgment, and Ghost—
Ghost is staring at you like he's memorizing you.
"Took you long enough," you call down, and your voice only shakes a little.
"Had to make sure ye missed us," Soap shouts back.
"Conceited much?"
"Is it conceited if it's true?"
You can't help it—you laugh, real and bright, and something in your chest unclenches. "Get up here before I smoke this whole thing myself."
They move like they've done this before, easy and coordinated, boots clanging on the metal steps. And then they're there, cramming onto your fire escape, bigger and warmer and more real than any text message.
Soap immediately slings an arm around your shoulders. "Missed ye, pretty boy."
You duck your head, grinning into your hoodie. "Yeah, yeah."
"He's blushing," Gaz observes, leaning against the railing in that same spot, like he's reclaiming territory. "That's cute."
"I'm not—shut up, I'm just—it's warm out."
"It's sixty degrees," Price rumbles, and even he's smiling now.
Ghost doesn't say anything, but when you hand him the blunt first (because you remember he never asks for it, just waits), his gloved fingers brush yours and hold for a second longer than necessary. Those dark eyes crinkle at the corners.
You're so fucked.
It should feel the same as last time—the easy passing of the blunt, the comfortable silence, the city humming below. And it does, except it doesn't. Because now you know things.
You know Soap texts like he talks—chaotic, affectionate, too many emojis. You know Gaz sends you voice memos when he's bored, just talking about nothing, and you've listened to every single one at least twice. You know Price checks in on you more than your own family does. You know Ghost's favorite emoji is 🐈⬛ and he will fight you if you suggest he use any other cat.
Three months of texting turned them from strangers into—something else. Something that makes your chest tight when Soap's thumb rubs circles on your shoulder. Something that makes you hyperaware of how close Gaz is sitting, knee pressed against yours. Something that makes you notice when Price is watching you with that quiet, knowing look.
"You've been good?" Gaz asks, soft enough that it feels like a private question even with everyone here.
You shrug. "Same old. Still broke, still looking for work that doesn't make me want to—" You stop, laugh a little. "Yeah. I'm good."
"Liar," Price says, not unkindly.
You glance at him. He's leaning against your window frame like he owns it, arms crossed, expression unreadable in the low light.
"Rent was rough this month, wasn't it," he continues. It's not a question.
Your stomach drops. "How did you—"
"You stopped sendin' memes in the group chat for a week," Soap supplies. "And ye always send memes when yer avoidin' somethin'."
"We pay attention," Gaz adds, quieter.
You don't know what to do with that. With being known. Being seen. You take the blunt back with shaking hands, take a too-long drag to buy yourself time.
"We talked about it," Price says carefully. "The four of us."
Oh god. "Talked about what?"
"About whether you'd punch us if we offered to help."
You nearly choke. "Help—what—no. Absolutely not."
"Told you," Ghost mutters. It's the first thing he's said all night and it makes you want to laugh and cry at the same time.
"Im not a charity case—I'm not—" You're stumbling over words, face hot. "I don't need—"
"Didn't say you needed," Gaz cuts in gently. "Said we wanted to."
Soap squeezes your shoulder. "Ye shared yer weed with four sketchy military bastards, bonnie. Least we can do is make sure ye can keep the lights on."
"That's not—this isn't—" You gesture helplessly at the space between all of you. "What even is this? You guys text me for three months and then show up and try to pay my rent? That's insane."
"Is it?" Price asks.
You look at him. At all of them. Soap's still got his arm around you, protective and warm. Gaz is watching you with something careful and wanting in his expression. Ghost has shifted closer, solid presence at your back. And Price—
Price is looking at you like he's waiting for you to catch up to something they all already know.
"What do you want from me?" you ask, and it comes out smaller than you meant it to.
"Everything," Soap says simply. "If ye'll have us."
The blunt's burning down to nothing in your fingers. The city sounds fade to background static. Your heart is doing something complicated and terrifying.
"All of you?" you whisper.
"All of us," Gaz confirms.
"That's—people don't—"
"We're not people," Ghost says dryly. "We're professionals."
It startles a laugh out of you, broken and wet. "Professionals at what, exactly?"
"Sharing," Soap grins.
You're going to combust. "You can't just—you can't say things like that—"
"Why not?" Gaz reaches over, takes the dead blunt from your fingers, sets it aside. Then he's cupping your face, thumb brushing your cheekbone. "Been thinking about you for three months, pretty boy. We all have."
"Texted you more than we texted each other," Soap adds, nose brushing your temple.
"Drove us mad," Ghost confirms from behind you.
Price hasn't moved, but his eyes are so fond it hurts to look at. "Your call, love. We're not here to pressure you. But we're here."
You're shaking. When did you start shaking?
"I don't have anything," you hear yourself say. "I'm broke, I'm a mess, I can't—I can't give you anything—"
"You smiled at us from a fire escape and shared the last of your weed," Gaz says quietly. "You texted Soap back at 4 AM when he couldn't sleep. You sent Ghost every stray cat picture you found. You let Price worry about you. You gave us everything already."
Oh.
Oh.
"Stay," you breathe. "Tonight. Please."
Soap makes a wounded noise against your neck. "Fuck, yeah, bonnie. Yeah."
Your apartment's too small for five people. Your mattress is probably going to collapse. You've got nothing to offer them except yourself—
But when Gaz kisses you, soft and sure, and Soap laughs against your shoulder, and Ghost's hand settles warm on your hip, and Price says "We've got you" like a promise—
