Small warning: this is my first fanfic and I am not native in english
When you step into your home after a long, gruelling deployment, you don’t find it empty like it once used to be. There's Price now. Your retired neighbor John Price who agreed to look after your house while you are gone.
The air inside is warm, the soft light from the fireplace illuminating the living space. You sat your bag down and started unlacing your boots, wincing at the stinging pain shooting through your side.
“You look like shit, kid.” You hear his gruff voice behind you though there was a hint of concern in it.
“Well no shit.” You slump into the couch, dead tired.
“You hungry?” He grunts while picking up your discarded boots and setting them on the shoe rack.
You just hum in agreement, closing your eyes for a moment.
The quiet stretched. You let the warmth from the fire seep into your bones, too tired to think, too comfortable to move.
When you open your eyes again, you are gently shaken awake, Price in your face. “Dinner’s ready, mate.” And only then you notice the food in front of you.
He set a plate out for you, proper meal and all. For a man who claimed he wasn’t domestic, he sure cooked like he was trying to prove himself wrong.
You eat in comfortable silence. “Whiskey after?” Price questions you, already getting out two glasses, knowing you'd say yes. You just nod and quietly accept the glass once you finish eating.
The first sip burned, familiar in a way that made your chest ache. The kind of burn that meant you were home, for now.
“You always drank when getting home from deployment?” You ask the older man as he sips his whiskey.
“Nah, not always but we used to go to pubs often. As a whole team…” He murmures, looking like he was mentally back there.
You asked him for stories and he gladly delivered. “Ah, yeah, once, my boys, two of ‘em, they had a thing for each other, it was quite obvious.” he grinned.
“They started singin’. At the top of their lungs.” His chest rumbled with a laugh. “Imagine a grown man, always wears a skull mask, usually broody and quiet, suddenly bursting into song! I couldn’t believe ma eyes when I saw my stoic lieutenant *bellowin’* Evanescence and then right after, makin’ out with his not-so-secret boyfriend. And that boyfriend? He was a menace too. Had a mohawk, that crazy scott…”
The night went on, him sharing some stories, you adding to them with your own. His laughter faded into something softer, distant. You weren't sure when the sound of his voice turned into a steady rhythm of his breathing beside you.
“You’re making me soft, kid…” he murmures, draping his arm around your sleeping form, eventually carrying you upstairs even with his aching knee, the whole reason he even retired.
Okay but being Price's wife and the Task Force treating you like part of the family team.
Price being on a video call with the Task Force, and you laying your head in his lap. They don't know that you're there until Gaz casually asks how the missus is...To which you poke your head up from Price lap and answer for yourself. This is met with Soap and Gaz excitedly greeting you, while Ghost just waves and greets you in a tone that's gentler than his usual one.
Or calling Price while he's with the guys, and he tries to excuse himself but the guys have him put you on speaker so they can all say hello too, their voices honestly drowning his out.
Whenever you go to the base, the guys are like your personal bodyguards...Or like three unruly dogs that follow you like lost puppies. Whenever Price sees the Sergeants flanking you while Ghost leads so he can open doors for you, he can't help but smile.
The boys grin and giggle like kids whenever you kiss Price, just acting surprisingly childish for grown men who are usually more serious.
They're also the biggest helps in the kitchen, because yes they're invited over for dinner after successful missions. Kyle helps with the actual cooking process, Johnny's the official tester (has kicked yours and Price's dog out of the kitchen so he could take its place), and Simon is always helping with the dishes.
And when you announce that you're expecting? Do NOT expect any of those men to be normal about it. They're the official babysitters and bodyguards, they want that baby to know their names before its even BORN.
You married Price, but they're kind of a package deal.
John Price, who wasn't sure if he'd make it home for Christmas, quietly taking his boots off at the door. You already decorated the house for the holidays, and he can't help but admire how beautiful everything looks. There's some presents under the tree, some things stuffed into stockings, all for when your family comes over later in the day.
Its early in the morning, but not early enough for you to be awake just yet. So after slipping a black velvet box into your stocking and lighting the fireplace, he quietly makes his way into the kitchen. Once he's in there, he goes about making your coffee the way you like it before starting up some breakfast. While the coffee brews, he decides to silently refill the cat's food and water (VERY silently, since that cat can hear her food being opened from a mile away).
About ten or so minutes later, after the smell of coffee, bacon and eggs finally reaches your room, he can hear the padding of tiny cat paws...Followed by the shuffling of slippered feet.
You look a bit of a mess, having just woken up. But to John...There could be no better sight, absolutely nothing more perfect than you. As the tortie purrs and curls itself around John's ankles, he reaches out to pull you closer to him. He secures you close to his chest, pressing a kiss to your forehead as his beard scrapes against your skin.
