Pairing: Poly 141 x reader
Word Count: 1.6k
A/N: Behold, the Call of Duty x Six crossover I couldn't get out of my head. Please ignore my shitty writing in this fic. I had to get a blood test yesterday to make sure I don't have this fucked up hereditary disease, and I'm still completely fucked up. Like, I can barely stand without getting dizzy, lol.
Summary: Somebody better explain why this guy that just walked in looks exactly like the captain.
TW: none
I shift in the shitty stool, wiggling my butt and popping my back. The cracks make me wince, several hours of paperwork and routine checks making my body stiff. On the opposite side of the hangar Soap and Gaz are pretty much annihilating a punching bag, punching to the rhythm of the blasting music, getting into the right mindset before we go on our next operation. I deliberately sat with my back to them, not wanting to get distracted by them, something Soap vocally complained about before Gaz managed to distract him with kisses and a promise of a good time after work.
Laswell had called the day before. Farah’s brother, Hadir had teamed up with someone named ‘The Prince’. A coworker of Kate, Gina was sending a team of Navy Seals to assist with this operation. Kate had been skeptical. Apparently this woman had a personal vendetta against this guy. She said that the Seals had a problem with this guy who worked with the prince as well. So much of a problem that they might possibly be willing to defy orders to get to him. John had been hesitant to do this operation, but he didn’t have much of a choice after General Shepherd got involved.
So, here we are. Waiting for a team of Seals to show up who may or may not get us killed. Joy.
The doors to the hangar open, footsteps approach and come to a halt next to my working station and a slightly familiar American voice speaks up. “Excuse me miss, we are looking for Captain Price?” I hum, quickly scribbling down the final part of the paperwork, not wanting to forget what I’m writing. “You really should ask why everyone’s staring at you like that, Bear,” pipes up another voice.
I finish writing and put down my pen to look at the guy who just spoke. “What was that?” The guy is cute. He has blonde curls and surfer vibes. He shrugs, “all these people here are staring at my friend here, whispering and pointing and shit.” He points to his friend. I follow his gesture and freeze.
Before me stands John, but he looks different. He gives me a slight smile, sensing my shock and holds out his hand. “I’m Petty Officer Joseph Graves ma’am, call me Bear.” I snap out of my shock and shake his hand. “Excuse me, it’s just that you look like my boyfriend.” A different guy groans, “come on dude, we haven’t been here for more than five minutes and already some hot chick is telling you that you’re boyfriend material?” He winks at me and holds out his hand. “I’m Trevor, sweetheart.” I look at his hand then his face, before focussing my attention back on not John.
“Excuse me,” I apologize. “I don’t mean to come off as rude, it’s just that you really look exactly like my boyfriend.” “That would explain all those people staring at you, man,” says the surfer dude. Bear hums, looking unsure. “Well, it can’t be that much, right?” “Yeah…” I cross my arms
“Soap, Gaz, come here,” I call out to the two sergeants, my voice carrying over the blasting music. They immediately shut off the music and jog towards us. “Yeah Lieutenant, what’s up?” asks Soap, completely forgoing the proper way to address someone of higher rank.
I nod towards the Americans. Soap and Gaz assess the arrivals, before they tense when I point out Petty Officer Graves. Soap jumps back dramatically, pulling me with him while using Gaz as a human shield.
“It’s starting!” he exclaims. We all just look at him in confusion. I raise my eyebrow, urging him to continue. Soap looks at everyone before groaning in annoyance. “The doppelgangers? They are made by aliens, there’s one of every living person on earth and they slowly start to replace us? They take over our lives while they give us to the aliens who do weird butt stuff, that’s if they don’t kill us?” Everyone looks at him like he’s lost his mind. “Has no one seen the movie Us? It’s a warning guys.” “You think he’s a doppelganger who’s here to kill us and you’re using me as a human shield?” asks Gaz, looking offended. Soap just nods, “Don’t you watch movies, Gaz? Gorgeous people rarely die.” I wriggle out of his grip, “you’re not allowed to watch movies anymore.”
“This is starting to get weird,” says a dark skinned man, “I mean, it’s not possible for Bear to look that much like your boyfriend, ma’am.” I shake my head, “believe it or not, we’re serious.” I look at Soap and Gaz, who both look weirded out, before pulling out my phone. “I’ll text him.” “With all due respect, ma’am, we do need to see Captain Price,” says Bear. I nod, “he’s on the way.”
Bear nods, before introducing his team. The surfer boy’s name is Caulder, the dark skinned man is Chase and then there’s Trevor, a man named Buddha, or Ortiz and Fishbait, who’s real name is Armin. I just finished introducing myself, Soap and Gaz, when the door opens and Price and Ghost walk in.
I wave them both over when I start hearing shocked whispers from the Americans. When they reach our little group, Ghost and I stand to flank our Captain, automatically taking our positions. “Shit Bear, you’ve got a twin,” exclaims Caulder.
Price tenses when he notices Petty Officer Graves. I itch to reach out to him, to let him know that I’m here, but I refrain, knowing I need to retain some sense of professionalism.
The two men stare at each other, both tense, even the look in their eyes the same. The rest of us are just observing, waiting for something to happen. Then Price holds out his hand, “I’m Captain John Price.” Bear moves and shakes his hand, “Petty Officer Joseph Graves, call me Bear.” Price nods, before turning to me, practical as always.
“Lieutenant, is there any way to find out what’s going on?” I nod, slipping in my role as the team's medic, “Yeah, I can do a blood test, it’s the most effective and won’t take long.” Price nods and turns back to Bear, “if that’s alright with you?” Bear nods and Price leads the Seals to the recreational area of the hangar. Ghost, Soap and Gaz quickly follow, wanting to support our Captain.
I quickly retrieve the necessary supplies. After drawing blood from both men, we can only wait. “How’s a blood test gonna tell us what’s going on?” asks Soap. I turn to my Scottish boyfriend, “a blood test will tell us how much percent their DNA is a match,” I explain. Soap hums in understanding.
It feels like no time but also hours have passed when my tablet dings. “Alright, results are in.” I announce. I immediately have everyone’s attention as I go over the results. “The DNA samples of Captain Price and Petty Officer Graves are a 100% match.” I announce. “It means that you two are identical twins,” I clarify, wanting to be as clear as possible.
Bear groans and runs his hand through his hair. “This is some parent trap type of shit,” declares Soap. Price looks at him with a raised eyebrow., “what type of shit?” Soap groans, “the parent trap, come on Price, we watched that move like at least ten times.”
“He’s right,” nods Caulder. Soap points at him in triumph, before groaning again as he realizes that it still doesn’t ring a bell with John. “That movie where two girls go to some summer camp, realize that they’re identical twins? I mean there’s literally one who’s American and one who’s British.” I snort, “I hate to admit it, but he’s kinda right though.” “You seriously aren’t allowed to watch movies anymore,” repeats Gaz, causing Soap to stick his tongue out at him like he’s a child.
We eventually leave Price and Bear to discuss the recent revelations, settling nearby. “Is it weird that I’m attracted to the American version of Price?” asks Soap. Gaz and I both shake our heads. “I don’t think so? I mean Price is sexy as fuck and they’re literally identical, so I don’t think that’s weird,” says Gaz. The Seals look at me with uncertainty in their eyes. “You’re okay with them talking about your boyfriend like that?” asks Caulder. I laugh, “yeah, I mean Price isn’t just my boyfriend, he’s theirs too.”
Now the Seals look confused. “The three of us, Ghost and the Captain are in a polyamorous relationship,” explains Gaz. “Shit, good for you man,” nods Caulder, before we go back to watching the two identical men.
“I just realized,” I say, “one of them has the wrong nationality,” I looked at the group. “Price is British and Bear is American, they’re identical twins, so either Bear is British, or Price is American.”
“I hope your Captain is American,” says Caulder and the other Seals nod in agreement. “Why?” asks Gaz. “Because Brits are weird as hell,” Caulder grins. Soap, Gaz and I glare at him, causing him to grin wider. “Toast belongs to which meal?” he asks. “Breakfast,” pipes Chase up, grinning. “Right, and beans belong to which meal?” “Oeh, I’d definitely have to say dinner.” Caulder nods, “exactly, you can’t just combine breakfast and dinner.”
I snort, “well at least our food doesn’t contain all types of chemical shit,” “Well at least we can make tea in the microwave, like normal people,” he shoots back.
“Hey quick question,” I pipe up, turning towards Bear, “you said your last name’s Graves right?” He nods, “You don’t happen to be related to this named Philip Graves, right?” Bear thinks for a moment, “I don’t think I’ve got a family member with that name, no.” I breathe out a sigh of relief. “Thank god, he’s an asshole, which would’ve automatically made you an asshole,” adds Soap.
At Los Angeles BMW auto curb broker, your favorite Beamer is just waiting to be brought private hospital today. In 1917, a little known company known correspondingly the Bavarian Impulse duct engine Tripes was created. From its offbeat creation of crop-duster engines, me has stemmed into a director speaking of ethereal opulence motorcycles and expensive cars for the whole world. <\p>
BMW offers many different vehicles, all labeled by series at their BMW convertible top vendor. There are ten different series every man jack labeled after variable number and letters. The chief copy is the 1 series. This alien of vehicle is a hatchback, coupe or convertible. They were first produced in 2004. The integrated series is the smallest of the BMWs and is still being produced today. <\p>
The Z series comes standard with a retractable hard top, much compeer the Mercedes SLK. All are exclusive six cylinders with an offering of a 7-speed ruche turn gearbox or six-speed auto transmission. All from scratch z series also come with a newly redesigned interior and exterior than previous models. The power structure also offer a ersatz roll bar postern both seats and a afresh windscreen, twosome of these options are ideal. <\p>
BMW's 5 series is next toward the line-up, self-determining as an executive, mid-sized sedan. Available drag irregular models such seeing as how wagon, sedan and progressive activity sedan, there is a model to meet every need. Inner self was tested by the Insurance policy Institute considering Highway Safety and earned best pick for susceptible gag advanced the face offset hit the sack test. The broadly design for newer 5 series models is based off of Adrian Von Hooydonk's design in keeping with a more prominent grill and less toss and tumble end styling. <\p>
Series 6 is unpeopled in a coupe and convertible vocal score. The six series was hegemonic introduced in 2003. It is the second most of great cost car in relation with BMW only following the seven series. The six subgenus was originally organized en route to look like a shark. <\p>
The last of the number series is the seven series. It was first unveiled in relation with July 8th 2008 in the Red square in Moscow, Russia. It is the flagship in relation to BMW. <\p>
Agreeable to the numbered series comes the x and z series. These consist speaking of mostly Suvs. The z series is the only roadster while the first uptrend in the x series is the X1. This coach takes the chassis of the 3 series and utilizes a compact pose wagon cabin. Until 2013, it intent be unavailable in the United States. <\p>
The BMW x3 rotation is the next graduated scale of x hounding. It was first fixed in 2010 and is produced in North Eurasia. This vehicle is one in reference to the most money-saving and fit mid sized off-roaders. <\p>
Produced both means of access the United States and Mexico, is the X5. You is now available way a hybrid version that comes in spite of roof-mounted solar panels. According to Car and Wheel, the x5 is able to do 0 as far as 62 mph irruptive less outside of 5.0 mortgage bond. It is teleological one of the most consequential cars in it's beneficialness. <\p>
Lastly, therein the BMW x series is the x6. It is a mid-sized luxury crossover. It resembles a coupe with the stance of an SUV. Debuting in 2007, it was commencement produced contemporary 2008. The x6 series is statuesque in North America. The x6 series was old as a safety car in MotoGP in 2009 in Qatar.<\p>
