How the 141st would react to making you cry
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The moment you start crying he freezes up. If you rush off he’ll stay put, if you stay put he’ll rush off.
The main reason for this is his trauma, he absolutely starts to spiral from this, the memories of his father come rushing in and he goes with his one and only coping mechanism, closing himself off.
You’re gonna have to be the one to comfort him. Once you calm yourself down, and go off to find him (chances are he’ll be somewhere obvious, he wouldn’t want you to think he abandoned you). If he stayed put probably the kitchen or living room, if he ran off probably your bedroom or the bathroom. Where ever you find him he’ll definitely be just sitting somewhere, staring off into space. He’ll have his balaclava on, even if he didn’t when you left him.
You’ll have to comfort him, tell him you don’t hold it against him and you’re not gonna leave him. Most importantly that you’ve always trusted him and you always will.
Once you say that chances are he’ll come out of his mental cocoon. He’ll instantly try to make it up to you, in his own Ghosty way.
He’ll come closer and wrap his arms around you, giving you a brief squeeze. Following this he’ll trail off to the kitchen, but return a few minutes later with a cup of tea for both you and him.
He’ll bring you to the bedroom and settle the both of you down on the bed with your respective cups of tea. He’ll keep you really close to him, either pressed up right against his side or on his lap. Either way he’ll keep one arm tightly wrapped around you the whole time.
Once you’ve both finished your tea he’ll take both of the cups and set them on the nightstand, wrapping his other arm around you. It’s then that he’ll talk, (all be it not a lot). “I’m sorry doll.”
“You don’t need to be sorry.” You say back softly.
“Yes I do,” he says back gruffly “it wasn’t fair to you to be so cruel and then just… shut down.”
He leans down to put his head on yours, pressing a kiss to the top of your skull. Your relationship might have its problems, but you two always make it work out in the end.
As soon as he sees your eyes begin to water or your lip trembling this man knows he fucked up bad.
He instantly walks over to you and holds your face in his large hands, wiping your tears away. He pulls you into his chest. “I’m so sorry Bonnie… I should’ve never had said that.” He mutters into your hair.
Before you get the chance to stop crying, or even collect your thoughts, he’s pulling you into the living room and ever so gently pushing you down onto the couch. “Just stay here for me alright?”
He wanders off into the kitchen, and after a lot of crashing, and a bit of very loud cursing, he emerges with two cups of hot cocoa and a bowl of mildly burnt popcorn.
He sheepishly hands you your cup of cocoa, just the way you like it, and sets the popcorn on the coffee table as he sits down next to you.
“Was the popcorn winning or something?” You ask with a snicker as he wraps his arm around you. “Oh shut up and pick a movie.” He says, gently tossing the remote into your lap.
After a few of your favorite movies, and Soap complaining about them (although when you asked him what he wanted to watch he refused to pick anything), you’ve mostly fallen asleep.
Your curled up right next to Johnny, head on his chest and legs thrown over his, his hand rubbing a comforting pattern on your knees. His head is resting on top of yours, and occasionally he leans down to press a kiss to your crown.
In your sleep riddled state you distantly hear Johnny mutter, “I’m still so sorry. I’ll do everything in my power to make it up to ya’. I love you with everything I got.”
(I honestly can’t see this man making you cry but whatever this is fanfic)
He’s reaction is not what you expected, considering he’s a highly trained solider.
As soon as this man processes your crying he starts to as well.
After you both just stare at each other for a minute he approaches you cautiously, almost treating you like a wild animal that if he approaches to fast will run off.
When he finally reaches you he slowly wraps his arms around you, giving you plenty of time to shrug him off, he tugs you in closer practically squeezing you to his chest.
After a moment of this he pulls you to the nearest cozy surface, most likely your bed. He lays down and then pulls you to be on top of him. As soon as you are on him he tightens his grip, as to make sure you won’t leave.
After you’ve both been there a bit and have calmed down he’ll start to talk. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”
You go to sit up to be able to look him in the face, but he just squeezes you back down to him. “Gaz,” you voice is muffled, on account of your face being stuffed into his chest, “I forgive you.”
As soon as those words leave your mouth he lets up just enough for you to be able to look him in the eyes. “But if you ever do that again I will kick your ass so fast.”
He chuckles when you say that, face finally lighting up in the way you love. “Oh I’m sure. Remind me never to get on your bad side hmm?” He chirps with a cheeky smile on his face.
“You got close to it!” You say playfully, gently punching him on the shoulder.
“Ow I submit, I submit!!” He cackles, pushing up on the bed just to dramatically flop back on it. The shockwaves send you flying back onto his chest, when you land he looks at you, and if you didn’t know better you would think he was looking at the person who strung all the stars in the sky.
So when you start to cry in front of this man he freezes up, much like Ghost, but unlike Ghost he doesn’t leave. Instead he just sorta walks up to you, pats you on the back and gruffly goes “There there, I’m uh- I’m awfully sorry.”
When that- obviously -doesn’t help, he goes to plan B. He ever so gently wraps you up into a hug, smoothing down your hair and pressing your head into his neck.
You both stand there for probably about 10 minutes or so, for all of Price’s military genius he’s pretty useless when it comes to stuff like this. The reason you both stood there so long? He’s trying to come up with a plan (yes like he’s in a battle).
He ends up gently hoisting you up, your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. He walks over to your bedroom and sits down on the bed, positioning you on his lap. He wraps a blanket around you and then lays down.
From here he lays there with you, gently stroking your hair with one hand and your back with the other. You both lay there for a good 30 minutes or so, and when your nearly asleep Price finally rumbles out a ,“I’m so sorry Sweetheart.” From the depths of his chest.
“It’s alright,” you slur, still half asleep. Price chuckles, gently ruffling your hair.
“Sleep sweetheart, we’ll talk about it more in the morning.” Price says, but your already asleep. The gentle rise and fall of his chest, paired with his messing with your hair lulling you into a deep state of relaxation.
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