(Edit) literally after two seconds after uploading this I just, hated this. You know that feeling? Where you finish it and you’re like “wooow this is trash.” Yeah That
Summary: John Price and his son find themselves being teased relentlessly because you stopped by to drop them off lunch.
Warnings: swearing, sexual themes, sexual harassment, violence, blood, domestic arguments, one tiny part of fat shaming, not edited.
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“God damn it.” You muttered to yourself as you struggled to grab hold of the reusable shopping bags from your back seat. They’d fallen over on your drive here and the tupperware needed to be reorganized in to neat towers again. A bag had gotten jammed under the seat so you were practically lying on your belly and kicking off the ground to dislodge it.
It was a Saturday and your plans had fallen through. You were suppose to spend the day with your daughters who ended up ditching you to go see a movie and grab food together. At one point your youngest called you ‘lame’ which you tried to pretend like it didn’t hurt. So you gave them money and let the 19 and 13 year old make a day of it.
Having the house to yourself felt strange and you went a little overboard with the grocery shopping and cooking. You made an American classic of fried chicken, baked beans with salt pork, cornbread, green beans, and a key lime pie. Maybe you were homesick or something because none of these were easy to make and you made a mountain of food for only you. Or maybe you were trying to find an excuse to bring your husband lunch so you could see someone who’d be glad to share your company.
You weren’t sure your son would be happy but once he saw what you brought he’d be fine. At least you hoped he would be. You had never visited your son on base before. Usually John snuck you in the side door and then snuck you back out. This was so you two could eat lunch in peace and then he could fuck you in his office if he had the time. John thought it would be more suspicious if he was locking his office door when everyone had seen you and he wasn’t about to get caught at work.
“Fuck.” You pouted down at your once beautiful key lime pie. You had decorated it meticulously with little swirls of whipped cream and a candied lime slice in the middle. Now it was smeared across the faded yellow custard and looking a mess.
“It’ll still taste good.” You mumbled before placing it back in your bag.
“You okay ma’am? You’ve been talking to yourself for a while.” An unknown voice sounded from behind you.
Internally you cringed not realizing how you’d been babbling out loud to yourself. Turning you saw a young man sitting in his truck with the window down. He’d been there when you pulled in to the spot next to him but didn’t pay him any attention. He looked to be a similar age to your son, he had blonde neatly cut hair, black sunglasses, and looked tan for his light complexion.
“Yeah sorry. Just dropping off food to my son.” You held up the bags as your evidence.
“Who’s your boy?” He asked.
You couldn’t see it because of the sunglasses but the young man was shamelessly checking you out. It started when you were bent over your back seat trying to get the bag from under the seat and he was able to see your round ass in those jeans. Things only became better for the young man when he realized you had a pretty face to boot.
“Shouldn’t you introduce yourself first?” It was a playful way of deflecting as you knew your son and husband wouldn’t want you going around saying who you were. They could both get so embarrassed by your mere existence. John told you he was still teased about being an old man with a young wife, although you two were only three years apart in age.
“Private Wakefield, nice to meet you-“ He gestured for you to share your name. With a sigh you realized you weren’t getting out of this.
“Price.” You smiled kindly.
“You’re Mags mum? Wait that means you’re the Captain’s wife.” The look that took over Wakefield’s face had you feeling apprehensive. He seemed to be a little too thrilled to have made the connection and it made your stomach sink.
Coming was a bad idea.
“Yup, well gotta go. Nice to meet you.” Waving politely you closed your car door with your hip and went to scurry away.
“Wait, you’re an American? I would’ve never guessed Captain Price would marry an American!” The new friend you made called after you but you pretended not to hear him and continued on your way.
After sharing your ID more times than you thought necessary you were finally permitted into the expansive building where John’s office was. Walking down the corridor you were given smirks and confident grins from the men you passed. There were a few hellos and men purposefully stopping to hold the door for you when you weren’t close to it. You double checked your bra wasn’t showing or something because you could feel the unwanted eyes locking on to you.
To the men around a pretty woman in civilian clothes hardly ever graced them in these parts so you were quite the treat to look at. You weren’t dressed in anything crazy, just a pair of light skinny jeans, a fitted black long sleeve, and black booted heels with your hair down. You wore this to work, it didn’t feel like a sexy little outfit or anything.
Turning the corner you ran straight into a brick wall of a human. Thankfully you’d run into this man plenty before because he never got out of someone’s way, he expected others to move. After accidentally smushing your face into Simon Riley’s rock hard chest you stumbled back a few steps. His large mitt of a hand caught you by the elbow as your heels clicked and made you more off balance.
“What the hell are you doing here?” No hellos, no pleasantries, he was the same old rude asshole you’d come to love. When he saw you stable on your feet he let go.
“A hello would be nice.” You retorted only to have blank eyes stare down at you.
Simon was dressed in his usual all black military get up and had on the same dumb mask that you hated. There was a smudge of your foundation in the center of his chest from where you ran into him. You always gave him grief about his mask when he would come over and take it off, asking why he couldn’t be a normal person and just not wear it. He usually ignored you or started a conversation with someone else.
“Bringing John and Jj lunch. And if you’re nice I packed something for you and Gaz too.” That seemed to whip Simon into shape. You watched as behind the mask his eyes softened at the mention of your cooking. He loved to tell you American food was shite while he asked for seconds.
“I’ll take it off your hands and feed it to the dogs.” It wasn’t said in a playful tone but you knew it was lighthearted by now, he was just a smart ass who liked getting a rise out of you.
“Hold this.” You shoved one of the bags into his chest and he took it after an eye roll.
You wiped the foundation you left behind off his chest and he stared down with an angry look that you were touching him. While you were rummaging through the bag Simon watched carefully, noticing a pie sitting at the bottom. He also noticed each container had the same contents but different portions of different things. They were all labeled in your neat handwriting so you wouldn’t get confused on who’s was who’s.
“Here. And stop by John’s office in a little I made pie too, I just have to cut it. Oh and here’s Gaz’s, give it to him please.” Handing over two glass tupperware containers Simon grinned under the mask, happy you couldn’t see his excitement.
You’d made this exact meal once before and him, Gaz, and Soap devoured the entirety of it leaving a very pissed off John who wanted leftovers. Simon also was the one who primarily cooked at home, his wife found it tedious and wasn’t exactly good at it, so he almost never turned down a free meal especially from someone who could cook like you.
“Those the beans with the fat?” Simon internally said ‘fuck it’ you could win today and know he actually liked you the tiniest bit.
“Yeah, I put extra in yours because I remember you liked it so much. Recipe is also taped to the bottom.” You gave him a playful wink, tapping your finger on the bottom of his container that had a cartoon ghost that you drew on it instead of writing his name. Gaz had a double portion of cornbread which meant to Simon you noticed he liked that the best; he saw you had also put a heart next to his name. Part of him hated to admit how thoughtful you were because it meant you were as sharp eyed as the Captain.
“Thanks.” He smiled under his mask and you could tell by the way his eyes crinkled.
“Now, fuck off.” And there he was, back to his normal unpleasant self. Handing you back the bag he went on his way and you watched as people scampered out of his way as to not get trucked down.
“Such an ass.” You quietly laughed to yourself.
“You Ghosts girl? Didn’t think the man was capable of affection.” A man passing by joked.
“I’m joking, he doesn’t seem like the type you’d be interested in.” You could see the young man was ready to stop and chat just by the way he looked at you; which was somewhat unsettling. Before you could respond Simon was back and crowding the man’s space.
“Leave her be.” Simon’s voice boomed through the corridor; he sounded almost demonic.
Those in ear shot looked from Ghost to you and everyone instantly got the message; all around averting their gaze from you. Ghost was living up to his name, he looked and felt like a looming black mass as he intimidated this poor recruit until the boy was practically running down the hall. Looking down the hall Simon seemed to notice something you didn’t.
“Piss right off Wakefield.” He barked.
Turning to look you saw the same young man you met outside but he didn’t seem scared of Ghost one bit. He gave you a wave, smile and a cheeky wink before turning on his heels and walking in the opposite direction.
”Go to Caps office. No detours.” Simon roughly motioned for you to be on your way. He was so use to everyone around him being intimidated by him or even unsettled but you never seemed to be; besides the first time you met.
“Please goes a long way.” You smiled politely before taking off down the hall. No one else got under Ghost’s skin like you, and you were lucky you gave him food or he’d be barking something rude in your direction.
Now you were walking a bit faster to get to John’s office, you didn’t want to have anymore conversation because your husband would be giving you an ear full as is. Once he heard Simons account of everything John would be pissed.
Once you reached the door with ‘Captain Price’ neatly written across the fogged window you felt relieved. Knocking lightly you heard a gruff and frankly annoyed ‘Come in.’ Opening the door you couldn’t help but smile brightly seeing your handsome husband with his head shoved into some paper work and not bothering to look who was here. He was dressed in a beige quarter zip that was camouflage on the sleeves. It was neatly tucked into his faded beige cargo pants with a belt fasted around his waist and boots tied up nice and neat.
“What?” John asked sounding utterly unpleasant. You weren’t sure how anyone came to ask him things with an attitude like that.
“Hungry?” Your sweet voice had John’s head snapping up so fast you swore he would give himself whiplash.
“What are you doing here?” John sounded caught off guard; he was ecstatic to see you instead of someone who’d be asking him for something. Standing quickly John was rounding his desk and shutting his office door behind you, then taking the bags from you. He placed them on his desk getting a wiff of something amazing.
“The girls went out and didn’t want me to come. Told me I was lame. So I tried cooking to distract myself, I went kind of overboard. It’s better fresh so I thought I’d bring it here for you.” You felt a bit embarrassed now admitting why you were here. You didn’t feel ‘lame’ when your daughter called you it but now you did.
“You, lame?” John glanced over his shoulder as he emptied the bags you had brought.
“Yeah, guess I’m finally uncool to Lily.” Stepping forward you were still waiting for a hug and kiss hello, but you didn’t get one. Your face went to a deadpan one as you watched John pop off the lid to his lunch and immediately bite into one of the chicken thigh you put in there. He tapped the name you wrote on top and chuckled; it read ‘Captain Sexy.’
“You gave me all thighs, fuck, you know me so well.” Talking with his mouth full you continued to watch your husband stuff his face as if no one were watching. John had been thinking about lunch for the last hour but didn’t want to subject himself to the food on base.
“So I don’t get a hug or kiss?” You asked and John was adamantly shaking his head ‘no.’
“Gotta eat it while it’s still crispy.” He spoke with his mouth full and pointed at the glass container sitting on his desk with the bare bone he’d cleaned off in record time.
“That good?” With a little laugh you lightened up significantly seeing how in to the food John was. He was such a satisfying person to cook for, always humming and shaking his head in approval when he really liked something.
“Yes! Here, darling, sit.” John gestured to his desk chair that was the comfiest seat in the room. Wiping his hands off haphazardly he came and guided you around his desk and to his chair; giving you a greasy peck to the lips along the way. Once you were seated he was back to standing by the side of his desk and eating.
“These the beans with the fat? Uh, Boston baked beans right?” John’s eyes sparkled as he asked, he looked like a little boy on Christmas.
“Right, just how you like.” With a smile you saw John’s whole face light up like he was getting away with something.
“There’s a spoon in that drawer, pass it to me please.” Pointing to the drawer to your left you swiveled in your chair surprised John kept cutlery in his desk.
Opening it up you saw a clear plastic container with a metal fork, knife, spoon, and chopsticks. You’d never seen this before, but it made you snort out a laugh that there was what use to be a yellow cartoon figure in the bottom corner that John tried to scratch off.
“Where’d you get these?” You asked handing him the container.
“Korea.” John said simply. It made sense when you glanced over the set again. The spoon shape was a lot different and the chopsticks were made of metal.
“We should go to Korea soon. I haven’t been since before I met you.” Smiling up at John you enjoyed watching him devour the lunch you packed. He even ate the green beans which was surprising since he hated vegetables. Nodding simply, a knock sounded on his door. Before either of you could respond it was quickly opened.
Jj slid into the room, only opening the door enough for his body to fit through. He had an angry look on his face which made him look even more like his father than he already did. Jj was dressed in beige cargo pants, an army green t-shirt, and had on a baseball cap with the British flag.
“Your mum cooked. Eat it before it goes soggy.” John grabbed the container with Jj’s name on top, it read ‘Sun’ with a cartoon sun drawn next to it, and waved it around for his son to take. The food didn’t seem to shake the anger radiating off your boy as he walked up to his father’s desk and stared down at you with narrowed eyes.
“What are you doing here?” He hissed seemingly a lot angrier than you first expected.
“Oi, don’t be like that. Your mum cooked up a feast, and a bloody good one at that.” John placed the container back on his desk and lightly shoved his son by the shoulder to hopefully knock some sense in to him.
“Just you wait! Wakefield was goin’ on and on about some ‘bird’ with a ‘tight arse and big tits’ and then asked if ‘my MILF of a mum’ planned on staying with an old tyrant like you.” Jj snapped recounting everything in way too much detail for your or John’s liking. He wasn’t holding back because the shock value would hopefully keep you far away from here.
“I have a tight ass?” You joked, playfully looking to your husband. It was your attempt at diffusing the tension. They both snapped their heads at you and looked at you with daggers in their eyes. Instinctively you put your hands up in defense.
“Enough, take your food and leave.” John was shaking his head, visibly upset. It still didn’t stop him from continuing to stand by the side of his desk and eat.
“Mum, go home. I don’t need you around here humiliating me.” Jj’s response to you stopping by instantly had your chest tightening.
You weren’t sure what you had done to humiliate your son, unless bringing your boys food constituted that. Maybe it was your daughter’s uninviting you from their outing but this treatment today felt undeserved and had you feeling a painful burning pressure behind your eyes. John knew you well enough that hearing that was something that would have you crying before bed. Looking at you he could see just how hurt you were.
“Excuse me?” John’s entire demeanor changed from being reasonably upset to outright irate.
Something John had learned to accept in his marriage was that he had the pleasure of having a hot wife who was aging like fine wine. He would never get comfortable with the lingering stares or you getting hit on, but he’d learned to think about it differently. You were a woman worth desiring for more than your beauty and John was the lucky man who was able to call you his. The jealousy would always rage inside of him but nowadays it took a gentle kiss from you and those bright eyes he loved so dearly to snap him out of it.
John also knew you didn’t like the attention and played off how uncomfortable it made you with humor. It deeply hurt you to think your family or husband was embarrassed of you for the way you looked. Yes it happened to be because you were pretty but that didn’t matter to you, it was hurtful all the same. So for John to hear you being treated in a way that you were already self conscious about, he knew it would deeply wound you. And there was no way in hell he was going to stand by and let that happen to you.
“You’re not going to do anything about it, so she should leave.” Jj answered back shortly, his father was seething but trying his best not to lose his temper in front of you.
“I’ll do plenty.” John spoke simply, scrapping down the glass and shoveling the last few bites in his mouth.
“Really? Seems like you’d rather be a fat as-“
“ENOUGH!” John shouted so loudly you swore the windows shook, his voice dropping to a scary octave.
Forget Simon John was ten times scarier. The reaction was so strong you almost jumped out of your skin. You were surprised the glass container didn’t shattered as John tossed it on to his desk and you quickly caught it before it fell to the floor. It left you feeling anxious to hear your husband so uncharacteristically upset; although maybe that was normal here.
Jj stood there silently, falling right into line. The irritation from before seemed to wash off him while he stood up straight and emotionless.
“Your sisters have upset your mum enough today! Then she does something nice for you and you treat her like an embarrassment for the way she looks!?” John was now in your unblinking son’s face and he didn’t hold back. The stoic expression Jj wore was the same you’d seen from pictures of John’s early days in the military.
“And if you want to talk about fat asses you should lay off the beer, it’s starting to show!” The last bit was a low shot since Jj had put on a few pounds from drinking with his buddies. Sitting there silently you continued to cringe at what you saw as a complete overreaction from your husband.
“Yes, sir.” Jj spoke through gritted teeth. It was clear to you Jj wanted to tell John exactly where he could go but the hierarchical bullshit the military was built on stopped him.
“Get out. And if Wakefield makes you so emotional deal with it yourself instead of running to tattle to daddy.” John had stopped shouting but his words were still cruel. Making Jj sound weak by using the word ‘emotional’ and a child for coming to John.
“John.” You whispered, trying to get him to tone it down a notch.
“Thanks, mum.” Jj grabbed his lunch container and nodded to you with a blank expression before exiting his father’s office. Once the door clicked shut behind him John let out a frustrated grunt.
“Little overboard don’t you think?” You asked, slack jawed. You had seen your husband lose his temper plenty of times over the years with your children; but never like this. At home John was strict but cruel words weren’t really his style.
“No, I’m not going to treat him any differently than if someone else came and spoke to you or me like that.” John grumbled before rounding his desk.
You wanted to argue back but decided against it. It wasn’t your place, this was John’s work and that may be your son but even Jj confirmed John treated him like everyone else. John leaned over you, getting into your personal space and fiddled with his computer. You could smell his spicy warm cologne and aftershave. Watching closely you saw him pulling up personnel files until ‘Peter Wakefield’ was on the screen.
“You meet Wakefield or was he one of the men to check your ID?” John asked.
“Met him outside. I tried to not give him my name. That’s also not him.” You pointed at the screen feeling on edge.
John clicked his mouse and brought up the next file. It was ‘Thomas Wakefield’ and John looked back at you and hummed in acknowledgment, you shook your head yes.
“This kids a little prick. Simon hates him too, so no surprise he’s stirring up trouble for J.” Breathing heavily through his nose John started to contemplate how he’d make the little shit pay.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have stopped by.” You blurted out the words which immediately caught John’s attention. Turning to look at you he could see just how upset you were, on the verge of tears.
“Don’t. I’m happy you’re here.” Squatting in front of you John took your hands in his. His blue eyes were much softer than before. Your normal husband had returned and Captain Price had vanished.
“I don’t mean to embarrass you guys. I just wanted to do something nice. If I kn-“ Cutting you off John kissed you.
His lips pressed firmly against yours, a silent plea of him asking you to stop talking. John stayed there and kissed you with so much passion he was soon kneeling between your thighs and making out with you. It felt natural to fall into John’s warmth and kiss him back with just as much yearning. You didn’t need him to tell you he wanted you here it was obvious he did the moment he realized you were here. Now he was showing you through his desires that he more than wanted you here.
The makeout session you found yourself in killed all the insecure thoughts. John wanted you to feel beautiful and he knew just the way to do that. Continuing to kiss and suck on your lips like a man starved his hands began to wander. The way he was getting worked up was a surprise but now he was fondling your breasts under your shirt and making your eyes roll to the back of your head.
“Price.” A voice all too familiar barked from outside his door, followed by a firm single knock.
John pulled away, his pupils blown wide and eating up the blue you loved so much. He seemed in a daze as he glanced at your lips and then began to stand, rough hands slipping from under your shirt.
“I’ll finish you later.” John leaned in and whispered in your ear, leaving you with a scratchy kiss to the cheek. His sultry words had you pressing your thighs together.
“What?” John called, sounding pissed off as his office door began to open.
Simon walked in, his frame taking up most of the doorway as he entered. You wondered if he could tell by how close John was to you what you two had been up to. It wasn’t the closeness that gave you two away, it was that doe eyed look you had. Almost as if you were lost in a day dream.
“Your son’s beating the shit out of Wakefield. Do you want me to stop him?” Taking his thumb Simon pointed over his shoulder to no where in particular.
“What!?” You practically yelled standing so quickly John’s chair flew out from under you and slammed into the wall.
“You came here to ask instead of breaking it up?” John stared at Simon with his eyebrows knit and looking at the lieutenant as if he were dumb.
“Giving the kid a chance to get a couple more good hits in. Should’ve heard what Wakefield said about her.” Simon nodded in your direction.
“Simon Riley, you go get my son!” You hissed at him. Hand dropping to his side Simon stared at you a moment before speaking.
“Don’t take orders from you. That’s why I asked Price.” His nonchalant attitude towards you was getting old fast. You were about to verbally tear him to shreds but John had spoken before you could.
“Fuckin’ hell go break it up. Im coming.” Snatching his hat from his desk John marched out of his office with you hot on his heels.
“Darling, stay put you know this is only going to upset you.” John didn’t bother shooing you away because there was no use.
“Fuck that.” Nothing was going to keep you from checking on your son. Your maternal side couldn’t stop the worry that took over hoping he wasn’t too banged up.
Ghost lead you and John outside of the building to where the sand pit was. The pit was most commonly used for punishment and Jj Price had full intention of capitalizing on that. Jj had Wakefields face pushed into the sand with his thigh as he had the young man in an arm bar.
“Say it again and I’ll break your fucking arm!” Jj was scary looking as he threatened Wakefield. You hated to admit it but he was turning out to be just as hot tempered as John was at this age.
“BREAK IT UP!” John voice boomed through the air.
Again you flinched at the volume your husband was capable of reaching. It was truly scary to be around any man that yelled like that but something about John’s presence made him that much scarier. Deciding you didn’t want to have any implication with what was going on or lose any hearing you stood by the door.
You watched as Jj let go and both young men were quickly scrambling to their feet, only Jj got one last shove in and sent Wakefield tumbling face first back into the coarse sand. Once on his feet Wakefield lunged at Jj who seamlessly push kicked him in the stomach and sent him flying. You watched with a pained expression as John shoved Jj back and then proceeded to yank Wakefield up to his feet. Shouts were ringing through the air as John berated them both for fighting.
Wakefields face was red and he had a bloody crooked nose that didn’t seem to want to stop gushing. As John reprimanded both men Wakefield had to lean to the side every so often to spit out the blood that continuously flowed into his mouth from his nose. You could see his nose was angled awkwardly now and a black eye was beginning to form. Jj on the other hand didn’t have a scratch on him, he only had sand sticking to his sweaty skin and Wakefields sunglasses hooked into the collar of his shirt. The little shit didn’t think hitting the poor boy was enough he just had to steal his sunglasses too.
“Indy!” Kyle’s voice sounded from behind you as he exited the double doors you were standing next to.
“Kyle hey.” You glanced between what was now your husband shouting his guts out and Kyle giving you a warm smile.
“Ghost said you had some food for me. You really didn’t have to, but, I’m starved.” Kyle carried on like John losing his god damn mind was normal. He clapped his hands and rubbed them together in anticipation.
“How are you not worried.” You pointed at John who was beginning to go hoarse from shouting. You couldn’t even make out what he was saying at this point, only that your son and Wakefield stayed expressionless as John screamed in their faces.
“Ah Caps like that everyday. There’s always someone new for him to yell at.” Kyle waved it off and continued to give you a pleasant smile.
“Everyday?” You asked in disbelief.
“Yeah, you get use to it. So the food?” Kyle brushed past your shock and was nodding at you to answer his question.
“Gave it to Simon to give to you.” You said off handed eyes fixed on the young man with blood pouring from his nose. He was going to need to get his nose reset, you were sure of that.
“No you didn’t. He said you told him to have me look for you.” Giving you a confused look your face dropped. Instantly you knew Simon had most likely eaten both portions and played it off like they were his.
“He’s such an ass.” You mumbled.
“So no food?” The dejected look Kyle had on his face lasted for only a second as he tried act like it didn’t bother him. He didn’t want you feeling bad, he wasn’t entitled to your cooking. Although he use to make fun of Soap for asking for your recipes when he now too did the same.
“No, I made an extra plate just in case. But it doesn’t have extra cornbread which I know is your favorite.” With a heavy sigh your head hung low. Today was not going your way. None of the men in your life wanted to behave like civilized people.
“Indy, you’re the fuckin’ best!” Kyle grasped you by the shoulders and lightly shook you for emphasis. The gesture had you laughing lightly your mood lifting only somewhat. He was trying to cheer you since Kyle truly thought of you as a friend.
“Don’t touch her!” John barked at Kyle. His hands flew off of you so fast it startled you and Kyle was taking two large steps back.
You gave John a mean look for yelling at Kyle for what you thought was normal friendliness. He stormed right past you as if he didn’t know you and barreled into the double doors, throwing both open and nearly taking a new recruit out.
“I should-“ you pointed after John and Kyle only shook his head in understanding.
“The foods in John’s office if you wanna give him a minute to cool off.” With an awkward smile you thought you should apologize for John’s behavior but didn’t.
“Best make it ten.” Kyle joked.
John was gone by the time you were walking through the double doors. You weren’t expecting him to storm off and leave you in the dust. With a pitiful sigh you started to make your way back to where you thought John’s office was. The thing was you kept walking and walking but must have gotten turned around at some point. You tried looking around but nothing was clearly labeled and no sighs pointed you in the right direction.
“You lost, miss?” Turning you saw a gentleman your own age.
Internally you sighed in relief that finally you weren’t dealing with shit head twenty year olds. He stood about six feet and shared a very similar physique to your husband, he was also dress similarly only he was in navy. The man was clean shaven and seemed much more approachable than John. He had neatly trimmed black hair that was going grey by the temples and had thick eyebrows. His skin was ivory which made his hazel eyes seem cat like, he had thin lips, pearly white teeth, and a charming smile.
“Yeah, I’m looking for Price’s office.” You gave the man a thankful smile for having stopped to help or you would still be wandering around these empty hallways.
“What does a woman like you want with that tyrant.” The joke had you awkwardly laughing. John being called a tyrant use to make you prickle up in his defense but after seeing how quick he was to anger here you weren’t sure people were wrong.
“Just need to grab something real quick.” You deflected. After what happened with Jj you didn’t want anyone else knowing you were the wife of Captain Price, you’d accidentally stirred up enough trouble and John didn’t take teasing well.
“Well come with me. I’m Captain Harris. It’s nice to see a new face around here.” The charm this guy was laying on was thick and you weren’t sure if he was a bit of a flirt or overly friendly.
“Thanks, I’m Y/N.” You decided to go with your first name as the shared last name gave you away too quickly; you’d learned your lesson.
“Nice to meet you. You work here?” Now you were starting to feel like John with your hatred of small talk in this moment. Your mind was racing with the thought of your son having just been in a fist fight and you were somewhat ticked off John left you to find your own way back.
“Uh-no. I’m an archeologist, well turned museum curator.” You gave a warm smile not realizing how charming you naturally came off to those around you.
Harris couldn’t remember the last time he’d found himself in a conversation with a woman as pretty as you so he was enjoying this immensely. It also seemed like you were enjoy yourself too. Your general politeness giving Harris the wrong impression. What you saw as basic friendliness was often misconstrued as warmth and flirting here in the UK.
“Beautiful and smart. Quite the package.” The comment instantly had you on edge and your response was to laugh uncomfortably.
Although Captain Harris didn’t see it as you being uncomfortable, he read it as you flirting back. What woman laughs at a man’s jokes and doesn’t find them interesting; at least that was Captains Harris’ train of thought. You also didn’t combat the compliment which must have meant you enjoyed it. He was blind to your awkwardness and saw it a you playing coy.
“I think I know where I am. I can take it from here.” Without looking at the man who you deemed as nice a moment ago and now weren’t a fan of, you turned down the hallway you were walking by. You had no clue if John’s office was that way but you’d figure it out.
“Wait, that’s the wrong way love.” You froze in your tracks as you felt a large unfamiliar hand on your lower back, dangerously close to your ass and the other was lightly gripping your elbow.
Looking up at Captain Harris, his eyes were soft and smile charming, he really thought you found him attractive for some odd reason. His leaned down just a bit so you could hear him better and put himself uncomfortably close to you. Guiding you back toward the direction of John’s office he made his final mistake.
“This way.” Nodding with his head in the proper direction he playfully gave your bottom a tiny little pat, you barely felt it.
If the circumstances were different and the woman he was flirting with was flirting back it wouldn’t have been taken horribly. But that wasn’t the case. You weren’t flirting and he was not your husband. That was enough for you to go to push him off you but he was gone before you could.
Time slowed as you watch this man get pulled by the back of his collar, picked up, and sumo slammed into the floor, hard. The guttural choked gasp that forced its way out of Captain Harris’ lungs as he connected with the floor sounded pained. You wouldn’t be able to forget the sound of a 200lb man hitting the tiled floor with that kind of force.
John was standing over the man wild eyed and radiating a murderous rage. Snatching Harris who was heaving for breath by the collar of his shirt you watched as John wound back and smacked the absolute daylights out of the man. The force behind the strike rang through the hallways and from how loud the clap of skin on skin was you knew that was going to leave a welt across the man’s face.
“Price.” The name was wheezed out as Harris coughed and sputtered form having the wind knocked out of him.
Before you could step in and stop John he had let go of Harris’ collar, letting the man crumple into a heap on the floor. John was panting heavy from anger but was feeling significantly better. All the pent of rage he’d been holding in today left his body as soon as his open hand connected with this man’s face.
“That’s my wife. Touch her again and I swear to god Harris I’ll make you regret it.” John spoke calmly which didn’t fit the situation at all. You also thought that Harris was regretting it right now as he coughed and sounded like he was going to be sick.
You had dumbly been standing there, frozen in place as you watched everything unfold. Normally you’d be hollering and screaming for John to stop but for some odd reason it didn’t piss you off that he just bitch slapped another grown man. It kind of turned you on seeing him defend you.
“C’mon, it’s time for you to go home.” Leaving the man who was now dry heaving on the floor John lightly grabbed your elbow and started to lead you down the hall. You passed by a few others who John stopped and told them to check on Harris because he had tripped. Clearly John wasn’t going to admit to attacking the man.
You were in utter shock and honestly so was John. He really thought you were going to lose your mind after he realized what he had done. When he saw you and Harris he thought nothing of it, just cute you asking for directions because John left you behind. But then he saw the little ass slap and everything went black. Before he registered or knew it John had smashed his peer into the floor and smacked him with all his strength. In his defense he used his left hand as he didn’t want to knock the guy out.
John was feeling antsy by the time he shuffled you into his office. Quiet was not a word he’d use to describe you, and you had been silent the entire walk here. After shutting his office door John braced himself for your inevitable freak out. You had made it clear violence was never the answer and John had done a good job of respecting that in your marriage; save the time two guys knocked the side view mirror off his car and called you a bitch.
Now for some reason John getting into a fight was the biggest turn on. Maybe it was because he didn’t go over overkill? Or that it had been such a horrible day and you felt you needed defending? Either way you were ready to ride him until your legs gave out.
John turned slowly to look at you and in the matter of a second you were on him. Arms flung around his neck and mouth attacking his. It caught John off guard to be shoved against his office door with you all over him, but he wasn’t complaining. He was stunned for a moment but was soon kissing you back. The adrenaline from moments ago was still coursing through his veins and must be the same for you.
John and you were making out sloppy and dirty. His rough hands were grasping and squeezing any part of you he could reach. As your tongues danced together you found yourself unfastening his belt and struggling with the button of his trousers. John rough hands settled on the back of your thighs after grabbing your ass with a tight grip. Picking you up with ease you wrapped your legs around your husbands v-shaped waist letting out a muffled moan against his lips as you ground your hips forward into his toned abdomen. John brought you to his desk, stumbling over himself, then the chair that sat in front of it, and ungracefully sitting you there. You knocked into his monitor and sent his trey of files spilling onto the floor.
“Cap?” A knock sounded on the door and as quickly as you two connected John was detaching himself. He frantically fastened his belt as you hopped off his desk and tidy yourself. You were panting lightly and picking up the files off the floor to hide what you two had just been interrupted doing.
“What?” Like every time today John barked out for whoever dared bother him. He was quietly telling you to stop frantically cleaning but you didn’t listen.
Opening the door slowly Gaz stepped in with an apprehensive look. His eyes fell to you squatted on the ground picking up files, then the monitor on John’s desk that was now crooked, and then to his Captain who was pretending not to notice anything.
“Hey! I have your food right here Kyle.” Standing you plopped John’s files onto his desk and grabbed the extra container of food. You stopped for a moment, realizing half the pie you brought was gone.
“That fucker.” You hissed handing Gaz the container. Gaz was staring at you trying to pretend like he didn’t know what you two had just been up to. He knew if he looked at John he’d be getting a death stare in return.
“Who?” John asked coming off annoyed and finally looking at you.
“Simon. First he steals Kyle’s food and now half my pies missing.” Your agitation didn’t register to John so he brushed the comment off. He was trying to play it cool although Kyle was certain you two would be going at it if he hadn’t interrupted you by accident. It was funny to him that Captain Price was still just a man at the end of the day; a perverted man who was doing what most other men here wished for.
“Thanks Indy.” With a kind smile Kyle turned his attention to John who looked angry. You knew it was because this was the second time you two had been interrupted today.
“Did you assault Captain Harris?” The question had both you and John straightening up.
“Why?” John immediately sounded defensive and you could see in his eyes he was pretending to not be worried.
“Well he just told some of the higher ups you slammed him into the floor and slapped him. I was pulled aside and questioned about your character. Naturally I said you would never, that isn’t like you. But between us, I don’t think Harris is lying; the man’s got a welt in the shape of a hand print across his face.” Gaz spoke matter of factly but you could see the twinkle of concern and amusement in his eyes.
“Fuck.” John cursed and turned his gaze down to his feet.
“Can see the imprint of your bloody ring. You use your left hoping it wouldn’t leave a mark?” To anyone else it might have sounded like Gaz was cracking a joke but you and John knew he was seriously asking.
“Yeah.” John mumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger.
“May I ask why, sir?” John waved his hand dismissively and Gaz nodded then looked to you.
“He patted my bum.” You blurted out as soon as you made eye contact.
“Oh, so he had it coming. Good for you, Cap.” Gaz clapped a hand on John’s broad shoulder and thanked you again for the food before leaving.
“I don’t think I should visit again.” You said plainly.
“Might be best.”
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It had been a few days since you stopped by base to drop off lunch for your husband and son. You had read Jj the riot act for getting into a fight but it went in one ear and out the other. He nodded along not actually listening and when you asked John for back up he too wasn’t listening.
Now Jj found himself at his first disciplinary hearing. He’d done so well at staying out of trouble and having never crossed any lines that would mean for him to be punished seriously. It was mainly due to the fact when he first joined the military his father’s reputation for being a ruler breaker came to light. Jj learned that his father had a knack for bending the rules and making decision that went against higher ups orders but ultimately being the right call. It made Jj resentful in a way because he was assumed to be short tempered and righteous like John.
Being here felt like he had let himself down. Part of him was so upset with himself while the other knew Wakefield got exactly what he deserved. The last thing said was some crude comment about your tits of all things and Jj lost it. He went absolutely feral and beat the snot out of the asshole while Ghost watched from a distance. Ghost even gave some pointers and call outs to Jj to make things hurt more as he landed blow after blow.
“I see you’re following in your father’s footsteps.” The Court Martial’s voice snapped Jj out of his runaway thoughts.
“Sorry, sir?” He asked confused why his father was being brought up.
“If you had done any more harm to Private Wakefield we’d be throwing the book at you. But we’ve taken in to account the circumstances, a few stepped forward on your behalf, and this is your first offense. For now it’s a two weeks wages forfeited and probation.” The Court Martial leaned forward over his desk and gave Jj a stern look.
“Yes, sir.” Jj answered back in his normal militant voice.
“No more fighting. Although you Price’s seem to have a knack for it.” The last bit was mumbled but Jj had just caught it. It made him frustrated to always be compared to his father no matter how hard he tried to separate himself from John.
“Yes, sir.” Through gritted teeth Jj tried to hide his frustrated feelings.
“Get out of here.” With a wave of his hand the Court Martial sent Jj on his way. He didn’t seem to be too bothered by the situation but Jj was.
Jj didn’t wait around, he made his way to the door as soon as he could. His mind was racing and he was contemplating if he should confront his father. Ask the man to pull his shit together with the rule breaking so Jj would stop getting compared to him negatively. It only took a moment to decide against it, Jj had just gotten in trouble he’d look like a hypocrite.
Walking into the hallway his eyebrows shot up to his hairline. Standing there waiting was none other than his father, Captain John Price. He didn’t mean to but Jj audibly groaned seeing his old man.
“You here to ream me for the disciplinary hearing?” Jj asked hating that he didn’t just get a punishment from the higher ups but would also get an ear full from his father. Not that John had a leg to stand on and Jj would absolutely be throwing that in his face as soon as they were off base.
“No. My disciplinary hearings next.” It was said matter of factly, like John had been outside these doors many times before. The admission had Jj perking up, John wasn’t here to yell at him.
“What!?” Jj was taken aback but not truly surprised that his dad had done something to wind up here. Now it was just a matter of what.
“Yeah, wait outside for me and I’ll drive us home. Your mums cooking up a feast again.” Barely paying attention John pulled out his phone and shot you a text that Jj would be coming for dinner.
“What’d you do?” Stepping forward Jj asked so if anyone passed by they wouldn’t be able to hear.
“Fighting.” John spoke simply, slipping his phone back in his pocket.
“Who!?” Jj felt vindicated hearing this. He thought his dad had gotten caught in a lie or ignored orders. He was not expecting for them both to be here for the same reason.
“Harris.” John said plainly.
A disciplinary hearing wasn’t the worst thing, John usually got out of the consequences once he explained his side. What was frustrating was his son was here to witness him going in to see the Court Martial. John knew they’d planned it this way to maximize the embarrassment and have him be accountable by running into his son. Show him that his proclivity to breaking the rules was being passed on.
“You’re the one who smacked him so hard he’s got a hand print across his face!? Dad you can see the outline of your ring!” Jj was floored absolutely enthralled learning that the man he reported to, Captain Harris, had been bitch slapped by Jj’s own father. No wonder he had been giving Jj extra duties and making his life harder than usual. It wasn’t for his own fighting it was because he was humiliated by John and Jj was the closest person he could take out his frustration on.
“I only hit him once. Harris is a fuckin’ cry baby, always has been. Fucker deserved it, just like Wakefield deserves the broken nose.” John spoke indignantly and truly meant what he said. No one was allowed to mess with his wife and John was proud Jj kicked Wakefields ass so he didn’t have to do it.
“Captain Harris fucked around with mum?” Jj asked realizing the only thing that would ever get his father to actually attack a fellow soldier was you.
“Yep.” John hummed.
Looking to his left John saw lieutenant Simon Riley stalking down the hall. He nodded acknowledging both men and then took a seat right outside the door Jj had come from.
“What are you doing here?” John asked. Normally he was informed if one of his men were having a disciplinary hearing.
“Getting a smack for not breaking up this idiot and Wakefield.” Simon nodded to Jj.
“She’s unintentionally gotten us all into trouble.” John’s head dropped as he reminded himself how lucky of a man he was to call you his. None of this was your fault but like always you brought trouble with you. You just couldn’t help it.
“I don’t know. Saturday was good fun. She should stop by more!” Ghost chuckled darkly.
I drew a bunch of silly stuff with my werewolf woman and decided to gather it one post. Sometimes you just have to decompress through being goofy
You can read about her here.
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These comics are just some silliness I drew for fun. It's not really canon, she lives in a separate setting and isn't able to talk as a werewolf. Her original story is also pretty rough and tragic.
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Pumpkin carving comic was a reward I drew for my patron Taxis
Beach comic was a reward I drew for my patron Shroom
A smidge late, but I kept getting distracted and having art struggles - I can only do Robbie's outfit so many times until I start to wither away into the void like a forgotten amoeba.
Speaking of: this is totally NOT an excuse just to draw Robbie as much as I want and feature a wholesome Sportadad moment, nooooo, never, couldn't be me.
The one of Stephanie looks like my piece of her from the beginning of May because I used my own drawing as a reference lol (mostly because I needed to practice this kind of art style)
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