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#John price
swordsandholly · 2 days
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Thinking about a mechanic!AU where the 141 boys run a garage and need a new receptionist. They hire you because you’re just so cute (great tits) and have a decent resume but it becomes a slight problem when they realize you’re a bit… dense.
Total ditz to be precise.
But they can’t really get mad when you get the keys for clients mixed up and look at them with those big eyes all teary and a little pout pushing out your lower lip.
Price is the most patient, perfectly content to walk you through how to file paperwork and fill out forms. Instructing you in a low voice while his breath brushes the shell of your ear. It’s really their fault for having such a terrible system, you know? Don’t worry about it too much, dove. He’ll settle his big hands on your shoulders and gently trace up and down your arms. See? You’re getting it. Just needed some more practice, hm?
Johnny is more than happy to show you around the garage, rattling off everything he knows about all those nitty gritty details that go right over your pretty little head. He’ll pop open the hood of some sports car and point to the engine to show it off. No, bonnie, you’ve got tae get in close. Closer.
Until you’re bent entirely over in one of those too-short skirts you wear everyday. It takes all his willpower not to yank you into the supply closet.
Gaz is just so sweet to you. Always bringing you little treats and candies to suck on. To help you concentrate, of course. Always greeting you with a soft ‘baby girl’ at the beginning of your shift. Whenever you’re standing around be it at the printer or counter - wherever really - he’ll slip a hand on your waist. It always trails a little lower, his pinky just edging on the hem of your too tight jeans.
Ghost gets frustrated with you to the point of causing tears to well up in the corners of your eyes. He’s feels guilty, sure, but bloody hell just print the damn receipt. He avoids you for the most part. Until one evening when it’s pouring down. You forgot your rain coat of course, silly girl. He offers you a ride which you take happily.
After that he can’t get rid of you. You bring him coffees (how you remember his order word for word but not where you last left your own cup is beyond him) and giggle at his jokes. When a client gets too snappy or too loud he’s the first to step in - standing behind you glaring at them with his huge arms crossed over his chest until they back down.
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dante-mightdie · 3 days
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currently thinking about the moment the boys all collectively realise that you are the captain’s favourite
the boonie hat. it sounds silly but john is very protective about that hat in the sense that he doesn’t allow a single soul to touch it. one time ghost misplaced it and got an earful for weeks about how he had to get a new one and it didn’t feel the same as his old one
during the third week of this earache, ghost made the silly mistake of saying, ‘it’s jus’ a bloody hat, captain.’ price spent the rest of the week being a petty bastard
people used up all of simon’s earl grey? it’s just tea, lieutenant. lost one of his favourite knives on a mission? just a weapon, simon. simon learned never to touch that bloody hat ever again
or that time when gaz dared soap so swipe the hat from his head and bolt down the hallway whilst price was in the middle of an important conversation with laswell. once john caught up with him he was rewarded with 6 weeks of cleaning duty and getting his ass absolutely handed to him in front of the new recruits
gaz filmed the whole thing and showed it to everyone, earning 6 weeks of scrubbing floors on his knees right next to johnny
but when you have a bit too much to drink at whatever shithole bare they were drinking in and drag your captain on to the dance floor? he smiles and they think you’re about to be sent to an early grave
the sounds of roxette coming from the old jukebox send your body into a routine of seductive swaying. all eyes are on you especially when you reach up to grab his boonie hat from his head before placing it on your own
tipsy giggles leave your throat as you dance, taking the tumbler of scotch from his hand and taking a sip. tilting your head and biting your lip as you look at him
you’re laughing death in the face, the boys think. the captain is about to wipe that smirk off of your face and make you ever regret touching his beloved hat. you’re about to learn the painful lesson they all endured
or so they thought. john doesn’t do anything except stand there, arms folded over his chest in the middle of the room as he watches you with pure amusement, “better give that back, trouble…”
“or what, cap’n?” you giggle out, taking another sip of his drink. he takes a few steps forward before pulling you against his chest, his cheeks pulling up into a smile
“or i’ll take it from ya.” he chuckles, taking a hand up to pull the hat down over your eyes as he locks his arms around your waist, swaying you to the music
just a few feet away, the boys still sit at their booth. slouched in the booth with cross pours written across their faces,
“well, I guess it’s obvious who the favourite is.” johnny grumbles out as the other nod along in agreement
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s-oaps · 3 days
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GHOST, GAZ, & PRICE OPERATOR INTROS | MODERN WARFARE 2019
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forestshadow-wolf · 3 days
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Soap having always been called annoying or a nuisance
Price walks into a room where soap and ghost are working like, "what're ya up to, lads?"
And ghost responds something like, "we're just getting some work done."
And soap says something like, "aye, well- ghost is working, I'm bein' a nuisance." Ghost always gives him this mildly sad look, but he doesn't quite know what it means so he ignores it.
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Whenever the guys are invited anywhere soap just assumes he's not included in the invitation unless explicitly asked, because he knows he's annoying, and people don't really want to spend more time than necessary with someone who is as annoying as him.
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What if after so long of it, he (almost) takes pride in being the most annoying. He starts going out of his way to be the most irritating. And then when people get mad and yell at him he wears it like a badge to be flaunted and bragged about.
And it's like he's collecting at this point. He'd gotten Gaz in the first week (the first time), then the first time he got Price was less than a month after that. Laswell constantly has to remind him to keep comms clear. For a while he didn't go for Ghost, mostly because it was almost immediately clear that Ghost was already annoyed with him.
But after a while Ghost started to warm up to him, and that wasn't what was supposed to happen. So he focuses his efforts on pestering the man. But nothing he does gets a raise out of him
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cod-dump · 2 days
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Ghost’s handwriting either being “this looks like a font” or “can you rewrite this?” and there’s no in between. He’s not immune to it, he’s looked at reports he wrote the day prior and went “What the fuck does this say??”. Price can read it (somehow) and that’s what matters.
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cntloup · 2 days
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He's had enough of your bratty attitude
"Don't make me put you over my knee!"
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Price: Where did you get that bruise? Simon: *flashback to walking into a wall while looking at pictures of Y/N* Simon: I'm in a gang, Captain
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Price, finding a quiet corner away from his time, he just needed a few minutes quiet without chaos after having broken up with his now ex that morning. Dating a civie just never worked out in the end.
*outside the office building*
Soap and Gaz, pulling up in a deffiantly not miltary issued car: you guys wanna go with us to run over Price's cheating ex?
Roach, looks over at Ghost: ...
Ghost: yeah sure, why not
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gremlingottoosilly · 2 days
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How would Price act as a kidnapper?
He is...professional. Efficient. An unmovable mountain of experience. You just look at his guy and know that he kidnapped people before you. Probably would continue to do exactly that after you. If you're lucky, not in the same way as he does you. It's all very strict with him. He doesn't want a girlfriend, doesn't have time for puppy romance and some sweet feelings. This guy needs to feel like he has a wife of 10 years without actually spending years to find a woman and then courting her enough for her to put up with him for a long marriage. He doesn't treat you like a girlfriend - it's either his unruly housecat(the dog status reserved to his boys, not you) who is being sprayed with water every time you beg him to let you go, and then hosed down with water spray every time you forget any of many rules he has set for you, or you're his pretty housewife who has to cook dinner for him and his flock of teammates. Nothing in between. It's not all bad. Price can be nice - when he is longer at home, when Kate isn't giving him many missions, knowing he just found himself a pretty kitten to take care of. Price settles into a routine when his life allows it. Takes you out of the basement if you were good, rubs the bruises and scratches at your shackles ankles. Dresses you up in nice summer dresses and watches as you make lemonade, your hands trembling. He lets you use the knife - mostly because he fucking knows you don't have it in you to actually stab him. This dress of yours allows easy access for his cock - so he just lifts the skirt up, kissing your neck while getting your pussy slick enough for him to push it in. You hate admitting it, but you do like this side of him more. Both of settle in something domestic, something nice. You cook for him and he cleans the dishes. You settle into a couch while he turns on some comedy - lets you choose since he is just going to doze off. Even while your hands are chained to the couch. You are a pretty happy family.
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Soap: I want you to be my boyfriend.
Ghost: Convince me first.
Soap: If you were my boyfriend, I would grow a mushroom big enough for you to sit under.
Ghost: Deal.
Price: What the f-
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harlenia · 3 days
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Poly 141 getting ready to go out to a fancy dinner.
Price: *Comes out with a nice tux on*
Y/N: You ate that.
Price: ate what? I haven’t ate anything yet.
Simon: she’s using that new age lingo shet again.
Gaz: she means you look good in your outfit, Cap.
Soap: Tis that dam tiktac crap
Y/N: it’s Tik TOK and I don’t even use it that much-
Simon: your screen time was 10 hrs for that app alone Y/n
Price: *face palming* Go get in the car before we’re late
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konigsblog · 2 days
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sucking simon riley or captain price off, taking breaks to take a drag from the cigarette held between your fingers.
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dante-mightdie · 2 days
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bluecollar!price soft sappy comfort (+ his pervy self probably getting handsy) when his wife says she’s sad about how her body changed with pregnancy 😕
john ‘I love my wife’ price ftw always
c/w: mentions of pregnancy and childhood, mentions of insecurities, john flirts with his wifey <3, groping
“ugh, I hate my body…”
it was a passing comment, one you didn’t really expect a response to. but for price, it was enough to make him look up from his tablet, his eyes narrowing at you over his glasses
you’re stood in front of the bedroom mirror, hands grabbing at your waist and hips with a pout on your face, “why would you say something like that, darling?”
he frowns at you, placing the tablet down and focusing his full attention onto his wife. you shrug your shoulders, looking at him over your shoulder with the same pout, “I wouldn’t give up our children for anything in the world but I wish they would have kept my body in tact when I was bringing them into this world.”
you turn your attention back to the mirror, overanalysing every bit of flesh attached to your bones, “I used to be hot, John. now, I pee a bit every time I sneeze and I can’t fit into any of my old wardrobe. I’ll be fine once I lose the baby weight.” you huff out
John stands up from his place on the bed, walking over to you and wrapping his arms around you, “don’t bother.” he grunts, burying his face into your neck and pressing kisses to your skin
“why’s that?” you hum, taking a hand up to scratch at his scalp. you make eye contact in the mirror and you don’t miss the cheeky grin that spreads across john’s face
“because I’m just gonna knock you up again anyway.” he laughs, carrying on his trail of kisses down to your shoulder, “can’t help it, love. you just look so beautiful when you’re pregnant. don’t think of it as losing anything. you’ve just gone from being my sexy wife to the sexy mother of my children. wouldn’t change you for the world.”
you can’t help the way your cheeks heat up, especially when his hands start to wander, groping at your hips and tummy before moving up to roughly squeeze your breasts. he groans into your neck when his hands go down to cop a feel of your ass, “fuckin’ stunning, love.”
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feralgoblinqueen · 2 days
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Y/N: Ghost is too tall for me to kiss him on the lips. What should I do?
Soap: Punch him in the stomach, then, when he doubles over in pain, give’em a smooch.
Gaz: Kick him in the shins!
Price: Dump him.
Ghost: Just ask me to lean down!
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queenhunter102 · 1 day
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Cod boys and how they come home.
Captain John Price I can see this man having one of his last phone calls with and in code telling the rough timeline of him and his boys coming home. When he does finally step off that chopper and onto that British Soil, I can see that man running to you full speed as he wraps his arms around, damn near toppling the pair of you over. “Hello, my love,” he would whisper as he buried his face into you, just taking in your smell, that thing he wished he could bottle up and take with him on missions, not that he didn’t already have his matching ring. He just wanted that scent to linger longer than it did while he was on missions. Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick Now, Kyle? I see him as the type to just rock up to your flat looking like a little lost puppy, his big brown eyes and the fake petty lip when you swing the door open to him before pouncing on you like a lion when you welcome him into your arms. This man’s mouth would not stop running like he would constantly utter words of praise, like “I adore you” and “You are my everything.” It would be like this man is layering it on thick, hoping you don’t let him go any time yet. Why would you? He was the best damn teddy there ever could be. Alejandro Vargas Now, sweet talker over here? He wouldn’t immediately just go straight home. No, oh nononono, this man would stop off and get you flowers, your favourite drink, food, you name it, like this man is acting like YOU had left on a mission and had finally returned, not him, and when he had unlocked the door to his little house. He would drop everything onto the coffee table just long enough for him to launch himself at you, pinning you to the couch and peppering kisses all over, “Necesito que me des Vida”, he would whisper as he pressed more and more kisses to your jaw. And why wouldn’t you give him life? You did every day. Johnny ‘Soap’ McTavish See Johnny here. This man is a fiend when he comes home, like he is everywhere, all over you. Despite being the smallest out of the group, he makes up for it with his ability to find a way under your clothes. To the point, you are a giggly mess, and to where you are shirtless and locked in a cupboard somewhere, pressed against the door, trying to steal all of your oxygen, only breaking apart to whisper things like “Please let me in no-one will notice” or “five more minutes, just five I went months without you.” And who could you deny him? He had fought in your honour, in your name… well, his really. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley Now, Si? This big oaf would have waited hours before rushing home. He would have filled out the paperwork he needed to, making sure it got to the right people, even if that meant hand delivery. This man would have spent so much time at the base that you would think you must have had the dates wrong or that the worst must have happened while you sat on the couch and waited for him to walk through the door. And when he finally did come home, you would wrap him into your arms pulling him into you, “Sor’ove, had shit to finish” he would mutter before wrapping you in his arms, pulling you tight into him. What are a few hours of waiting when he has the next two weeks off?
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cod-dump · 9 hours
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Price: Why is there a COFFIN in the rec room??
Soap: We’re having a funeral for Ghost
Price: WHAT?!
Gaz: He didn’t have one when he ‘died’ so we’re throwing one for him
Price: Wha- You don’t THROW a funeral!
Soap: Well, we are now. The soldiers are writing speeches for it
Price:
Gaz: It’s this weekend, by the way. Don’t miss it or Ghost will think you don’t care about him
Price: … what the fuck-
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