#task 141

[nelsonspersonalpandemonium]

Thinking of Kyle stealing John’s boonie and purposefully doing the most inaccurate impression (bordering on offensive) of the Captain’s voice in front of Johnny and Simon.

He thinks they’re laughing because of him, until he feels a presence linger next to his back.

John stole his blue cap, unable to repress the smug look on his face.

“Wanna’ translate that from bullshit to English?”

[blingblong55]

Touched....-141

Soap: my lass is just the softest person ever

Gaz: not this again

Ghost: let the lad be

Soap: I swear it's like an angels touch

R/N: so you're being touched by an angel?

Soap: yes

R/N: I was touched by a priest

Price: fuck sake *sighs*

[im-your-daddy-now-son-16]

Y/n x task 141

Y/n: We need more help. Maybe I should call my friends.

Soap: ... Your what?

Y/n: My friends.

Gaz: Are they saying “friends”?

Soap: I think they're being sarcastic.

Ghost: No, no, no, this is delirium, they've cracked from being awake all night. Hey, Y/n! All of your friends are in this room.

Y/n: I have other friends! Price asked me to make new friends, I made new friends! It was a task. I complete tasks

[bubuslutty]

[addiesdadblog]

want his balls stuffed so far down my throay

lovely work done by @loneghostwolf !!!

[marcsburnerphone]

Wish I never came

Captain john price x f!reader

Summary: being johns wife has been full of security and safety and you never thought he’d be the one to taint that.

Warnings: angst(why doesn’t anyone write about how scary price can be when hes angry peepaw is cra), hurt/comfort, 141 task force loves you, price is fucking scary.

Part 2 out now!

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Every first friday of the month you bring the boys and your husband a homemade meal to base. It’s been tradition for almost two years now since the first time you did it on a whim, John begged you for a good roast so you surprised him with some and since there was so much you’d brought the rest for his task.

Today you've perfected the dish gaz asked for, they decided rotations on requests now because it became unfair when soap requested meals only he liked 4 months in a row.

You packed all 4 meals in airtight thermal containers and put them in the car before heading towards base about 2 hours away. The military police men greeted you by first name when you arrived and buzzed you in.

“I've never been happier to see someone in my life.” soap rushes you and traps you in a hug while gaz takes the two bags from your hands.

“Good afternoon, wheres simon and john?” you greet both of them with smiles something that was relieving to see in a place like this. The common area was empty during this time of day so it was clear they weren't here.

Before they could answer simon came in, eyes looking more exhausted than usual. He gives a weak attempt at an ‘hello love’ a common and yet sweet name they’d picked up for you.

“I honestly wouldn't go into his office right now hes a little um on edge i’d say.” he grabs his thermal bowl from the bag its always the black one, this way they dont fight over which bowl has more.

“Nonsense simon he’s my husband, im just going to bring him this and be on my way.” simon shook his head turning a satisfied groan at the taste of real food in his mouth to a disapproving one at your persistence.

“love maybe listen he’s under a lot of pressure right now, its really not the time.” gaz interrupts simons beginning of a sentence.

Without another word you just grab his bowl and a fork setting off torwars his office which at this point you could get to blind.

“Are we just going to let her do that.” gaz looks to the two men.

“We warned and she’s right thats her husband i mean worst he’ll do is ignore her, loves her too much to hurt her.” ghost grumbles.

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The air is tense on your way down the hall but you approach his door regardless as the familiar scent of a lit cigar fills your senses. You give two knocks before walking in.

“Hey just brought you some lunch.” you say quietly as you walk in observing the splay of files on the floor and desk.

He grunts and doesn't even spare you a look which yeah it stings but it was expected.

“Okay then can I leave it right here?” you point at a spot on a coffee table thats somewhat clear.

“Do whatever you want with it, mm not hungry.” he says lowly while taking another drag from his cigar letting the ash fall freely.

“So should i just leave it in the kitchen, i can just-.” you didn't know why you were rambling or nervous even john had only ever made you feel safe. 

“I fuckin said do what you please with it, I’m busy.” the tone made you shiver, and yes maybe you should've just left it and talked to him later but this wasn't a behavior from him you've ever experienced.

“John I-” 

“Jesus fucking christ take the food, leave the food I dont fucking care but get the fuck out of here as soon as you can thankyou!” His voice makes you flinch as he throws a stack of papers on the floor with an unneeded force, he yelled at you for the first time ever and you couldn't even process it. Was time bending or had the air become thin, you didn't know but you took a few weary steps back towards the door and left the food by the entrance on the floor finally closing it, once you were back in the hallway air found it’s way to your lungs as you took a deep breath.

“Hey its okay come on.” gaz was there gently caressing your arm along with the two others catching up behind him in the distance.

They never thought hed talk to you like that but right when they heard that deep threatening drawl boom from the common area gaz was the first one up and out. He was always overly protective of you.

You weren't crying, no but you wanted to. You just closed your eyes for what felt like ages and whispered an ‘I’m okay’ and left without another word.

Once you reached the comfort of your own car your heart caught up with the speed of your brain and tears poured, the last time you’d cried like this had been in childhood. Without another second you sped around the lot and out of the exiting gates wishing you'd never entered them in the first place.

You got a call not so long into your way home, maybe five minutes if you estimated correctly and you almost gagged at the picture of you and john that popped up as he rang you.

The boys were the ones to call next but you just dazed out on the long road ahead, disassociated from the outside world around you. You stopped at a cafe you particularly enjoyed in a town near your home needing to clear your thoughts. 

Price had waited and even started counting seconds to see if you'd pop up on the ring camera he installed to keep an eye on you, it brought him comfort especially when you'd make cute gestures at it or talk to him through it as you brought groceries inside. But now you should've been home an hour ago at most and still no sign of you.

He had not comprehended how loud he could get and he really only snapped out of it when soap appeared in his office with a very disapproving look. Then he finally noticed the look of fear in your eyes or how the sweet smile you always wore was a frown and then his gaze made it to the container he’d grown so familiar with by the door.

“FUCK!” he could cry grown man tears, he spoke to you how he sometimes speaks to his soldiers and the strings in his heart felt like they were on the verge of combusting.

“You fucked up captain.” soap added to the fuel before leaving his office.

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Anyone feel that chest pain.

Re-blogs and feedback are appreciated 🫶

[bookbrokelibrarian]

141 x cook!reader pt ii

Warning: feminine described reader, swearing, suggestive themes??, this is not proofread.

You honestly could have planned this better.

Never in your years of working have you been asked to cater for a party of this magnitude.

It’s the middle of summer. A celebratory feast. And it is hot as hell in this hot ass fucking ass room you’re in.

But here you are, baking sweets to feed an army. Literally.

Your uniform is unbuttoned, the sleeves wrapped around your waist so it does drag, exposing your arms and shoulders from your tank top.

Your crew made the joke to whistle at your ‘strip tease’ before you snapped and had half of them on prep duty. Earning a groan out of the group.

After the room got hot enough, you sent the rest out to start the grilling.

Bbq chicken, potato salad, stuffed jalapeños, buttered asparagus and mac n cheese was what was on the menu today.

You gave into the requests of Gaz, for half the menu. But surprisingly Soap really wanted chicken for the annual summer grill out.

Since giving you the goodie bag of delicious treats, one of them being home made cookies you swear were made by the fkn chefs of Gods high above, you have made a respectable friendship with the four gentlemen of 141.

And in return of your generosity of friendship, you decided to add a desert.

The best (shittiest) part? The shit in the oven was the fucking garnish.

You groan, rubbing your face with the heat, now worrying that the cute little churro like treats weren’t going to bake well, but using a fryer in the heat was even more so suicide.

One of your teammembers walked into the kitchen.

“Hey boss! One of the sergeant’s is asking for you!!”

You stood back up from where you put yourself in the corner. “Check on these every 10 mins please. I’ll be quick. Don’t stay in here you’ll die-“

The boy was perplexed at your declaration before shrugging and standing outside the open door.

You didn’t bother putting yourself together except putting up your hair.(if there’s short hair on ya then you slicked it back you stud)

Spotting Gaz waving your way, you began to jog over.

“Sergeant, what do I owe this interruption of your finest chef on this base?”

Sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck, fkn cutie-

“Needed to know where you needed these tables, Crook.”

You begin pointing to the direction of shaded areas. And as you watch other men n women putting up stuff you groan. “Shit. It’s still early. The sun not hitting there.”

“We’ll put up some covers to block the sun from your people.”

You smile greatfully and pat his shoulder.

“Gaz you’re the best, now if you’ll excuse-“

“Boss we got smoke!”

You turn in shock as you and Gaz race back to the kitchen, him hissing for you as you slid down and past the kitchen entrance before hurrying your way in.

You opened the oven, no hesitation, noticing that the treats weren’t burning but something under the trays were charred.

“What the fuck-“

You see Gaz pull out a pair of tongs, pulling out a burnt oven mitt.

“JUST WHO THE FUCK LEFT THEIR MITTS IN MY OVEN?!”

The sergeant can’t ever remember a time when he even thought you were a tiny bit mad. You were furious.

“EVERYONE! HALL RIGHT NOW!”

With such speed you shut off half of the ovens, seeing as now they actually are just crispy enough they should finish with the remaining heat.

There’s a total of ten men/women lined up in front of you.

“I want to know who put their mitts in the oven.” Your arms stay crossed as the group looks amongst eachother.

“We can all be on scraping duty for all I care. I don’t want no Spartacus in this bitch either. Just tell me honestly.”

One of the older gentlemen raises their hands.

“Paul?”

“I’m sorry, Crook. Jason asked me to cover to use the bathroom and I was just checking them honest. I don’t know where my head is.”

You can feel Gaz’s eyes on you as you uncrossed your arms, leaving them on your sides.

“New baby?”

Paul nods. “Colic. She’s not sleeping. I’m sorry, boss, I swear it wasn’t my intention.”

With a heavy sigh, you motion him away. “Use the cafeteria rec room to take a breather, take a nap since you’re gonna need it. Your on dishes tonight.”

You see Paul instantly relax. “Th-Thanks…boss.”

After roaring at everyone else to get back to work, you managed to get everything else finished in a timely matter.

Gaz managed to calm your nerves, a hand on your back as he assured you everything would be fine.

“It was an accident, and nothing terrible came out of it. I’ll have one of the rookies on cleaning duty check it out.”

You smile, leaning your hand on his arm. “Thanks Serge.”

Enough food to feed over 300 men was set and ready to go. And attending was a solid 130.

141 had a training exercise of cops n robbers with water guns to your surprise.

Team Alpha had red dye in their water tubs, while Team Beta had blue.

You’d be a fucking liar if you didn’t think it was quite the sight, your sergeants, Lieutenant and Captain drenched in colored water, white shirts sticking to their skins.

Shit.

Whelp back to work.

Paul ended up coming out sooner to help out, seemed in dire need to earn a respect that was never really lost back.

Before you knew it, everything was ready and whistled over, getting Ghosts attention. He raised a fist in the air, repeated the whistle and a mix of cheers and groans sounded from the field a few yards away.

Everyone lined up, getting plastic plates, getting their fill, and eventually- to your absolute pleasure, you got to announce seconds.

Soap and Gaz nearly ran each-other over to get to the chicken.

“If you whores knock over my tables-“

“Easy now, crook.” You heard your Lieutenant chuckle. “Don’t need you biting off more heads today.”

You roll your eyes. “I’m doing no such thing-“

“Really? Gaz tells us otherwise. Said you were *very* mean to your own teammates.”

The gasp you let out, turning to Gaz who immediately put up a free hand in defense. “I said no such thing, Dove. None.”

“You told them I was mean?!”

“I don’t recall ever saying such thing-“

“You said- ‘Crook is rather scary when we get on her bad side. She’ll rip off your head for sure, Cap-“

“Gaz!!!”

“Oh that’s very true he did-“

“I can’t-“

“I did not say that!!”

“Paul!” You cry over your shoulder.

“Was I too mean to you?!”

Paul laughs a full belly laugh, shaking his head. “Oh no, I 100% deserved worse than that. Sent me to take a nap- felt like I was 10 again!”

That honestly sent Gaz and Soap into a fit of giggles.

“I cannot believe you throw me under the bus like that- AND I MADE YOU GUYS DESERT TOO!”

As you yell, Jason and two other helpers bring out the cups of ice cream with the delicious baked treats you almost died over.

It revived a solid 5 stars. In fact the whole thing was a 10/10!

“Oi, Crook!”

You turn, seeing your lieutenant tossing his now empty cup into a trash bin. He motions you over with a wave of his hand.

“You know why we do this great big dinner annually right?”

You shook your head honestly. “I can’t say I do.”

“We do this,” and he leads you to a table, grabbing you by the waist and hoists you up with a suprised squeal from you.

“Because we celebrate the people here who have shown us their best. And thought we already gave a private hoorah to the others,”

He turns taking a bouquet of carnations from one of the women on base you recognized as one of the mechanics.

“We haven’t given you yours.”

He hands you the bouquet and you aw with a very large pout on your lips. “This is so kind of you guys!”

“Yep. Won’t be for long.”

And just as quick as he gave you your flowers, he took them away and you felt a splash of the COLDEST WATER STRAIGHT FROM THE FUCKING ARTIC.

Pieces of ice was stuck where your pants were tucked in, as you gasped for air, as if it would warm you quick. You look down and see your shirt was stained purple in some bits where the read and blue water was dumped on you.

“Oh I’m going to wring your by your necks-“

You turn in time to see Gaz and Soap running to get some distance from your shaking figure, bright smiles as everyone around you laughs.

Even Price is having a chuckle.

“Oh this is funny? Of course it’s fucking funny to you-“

You reach over trying to embrace Ghost to stain his clothing but he slips away.

As the sun went down, you managed to get your crew and the space cleaned up. Soap and Gaz helped since they felt bad for their stunt from earlier.

You let Paul off earlier than you just to get him home to his wife n baby. As you turned off the lights to the mess hall, and headed down the main hallway, you noticed Price’s office light was still on in his wing.

With a hum of curiosity you rapped on the door, hearing a ruff ‘come in.’

You peered in, seeing the man just putting on his jacket, seemingly to leave.

“Oh Captain. Was just checking in on you I saw your light on.”

“Yea, Crook, was just getting some work finished before the weekend.”

You nod with a smile. “Care for company on the way to the lot?”

He gives a huff of a laugh. “Sure. Why the hell not.”

The walk there is pleasant. There’s small talk, plans for a football game with Laswell and her wife, and you’re visiting your grandma this weekend for her birthday.

By the time you reach your car, and him his truck, you hear a loud boisterous laughter coming from your left.

Looking over, seeing Soap talking to Ghost and Gaz, he waves to the both of you.

“They often stay late?”

“Oh we all do, darling.”

You hum.

“I’ll leave some of my mom’s coffee creamer in the rec room fridge if you guys ever want a charge up for the late night.”

Your captains gruff laugh hits your ears again. “Always taking care of us, Crook. Thanks again.”

A/N: heh- sorry for shoving this towards you guys I enjoy writing this paring more than I thought I do.