The team figures out Price has you saved in his phone as Trouble.
Gender Neutral Reader
747 Words
18+ | MDNI
The brief was taking forever. Price knew it, Kate knew it. They all did. But it was the necessary evil of running ops. This one in particular was dry as hell because it had been surveillance only. No action. No contact. Just hours and hours of watching.
Tossing his phone onto the table after refreshing his email for the third time in five minutes, for want of something to distract him, Price let out a sigh. The glare Kate cut him was almost enough for him to school his face. Almost.
When it was his turn to go over his input, Price rose from his seat to stand at the head of the table. It took a second for the screen to swap to his part when his phone vibrated. Just once. He glanced at it before turning his attention back to what he was working on. It vibrated again. He paused, but nothing more. Just two text messages. Probably some bullshit marketing.
Then it started to buzz intently, sending the phone dancing on the tabletop. He couldn’t get to it so he gestured for Soap to grab and silence it. But the smirk on Soap’s face told him he had made a mistake.
“What?” Price asked as Soap showed the still vibrating phone to Gaz who cut him a shit eating grin.
“Who’s Trouble?” Gaz asked and John felt his face fall, just for a second but it wasn’t missed by anyone.
“No one,” Price answered quickly, extending his hand for the phone.
“It’s someone,” Soap insisted as the call went to voicemail. Then it started back up ringing again. “And they really want to talk to you.”
“Don’t,” Price warned but it was too late. They were all dying for a distraction in this meeting.
Soap was quick with the swipe to answer and hitting speaker.
“John? Oh thank God, I need your help,” your voice sounded through the room. “John?” You asked after a second of silence.
Then laughter filled the space.
“You have them saved as Trouble?” Ghost asked having recognized your voice as Gaz fell about laughing.
“I,” you started before putting it together. “Don’t laugh. You have no idea-” but you’re cut off.
“What could a little analyst possibly do to get that nickname?” Gaz asked as Price lunged for the phone and took it off speaker.
Price kept the conversation short, answering you with simple ‘yes’ or ‘no’ responses as he cut glares at everyone, before hanging up. The room was a second from exploding with questions but Price ended it before it could start.
“I’m not answering any of you,” he stated before going back to his presentation. “We have work to finish then I have another meeting.”
“A meeting? Or meeting?” Soap egged on, but was met with silence.
As time passed phones around the room vibrated. It was quiet, not all at once, but after thirty minutes there were multiple messages on everyone’s phone. When Ghost dug out his own to glance at it, he quickly locked it and shoved it away. Gaz glanced at his and excused himself for a moment to collect himself. And Soap choked on his own air when he saw his messages.
The little analyst had access to many things. Many, many things. And you had sent out a few pieces of information you had just to show them that the nickname Trouble was more than fitting, perhaps it was even understated.
And maybe you mixed up the recipients of these messages, on accident. Of course.
You had meant to send Soap his naked mirror shot to himself and not to Ghost. And Gaz certainly wasn’t the intended recipient of the video of Ghost and the pretty sergeant from their last op in his bed. Though, Soap was always nice to you. He stopped by when he could to talk and flirt a bit. So you sent him an image of Gaz on his knees in only a towel. As a treat.
Price knew exactly what was happening based on everyone’s faces. But he was a bit shocked to see Kate lose her composure, for even a second, as she nearly dropped her phone. No one ever flustered Kate, not a gun to the face or walking in on Price with her secretary bent over her own damn desk.
"And this," Price said as he looked around the room at the stunned and properly humbled faces, "is why they're saved as Trouble."
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Just needed a little palate cleanser that I could write from the comfort of my phone on the couch. Sáwel-Dreór and Lifeline are both very intense at the moment😅.
