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I am with you (Task Force 141 x Fem! Reader)

A/N: I'm not entirely sure why I wrote this. But enjoy, I guess. I did my best!

Pairing: Platonic!Task Force 141 x Reader

Warnings: Grieving, family member loss

You've been with the 141 for quite a while now. Your joining was a surprise for both sides - except Captain Price, of course - but with enough time, the whole team accepted you, everyone in their own way.

Gaz and Soap were the first ones to warm up to you. A small sarcastic response here, awful joke there and a few acts of kindness and the sergeants knew you joining the Task Force was a good idea. Ghost, on the other hand, was a little trickier. You literally had to fight tooth and nail for his acceptance, though it seemed like raining hellfire upon your enemies during a mission was enough. Captain Price only needed to witness how you could keep the three men in line - especially Soap and Gaz - to know that you wouldn't be leaving the Task Force and that you've earned your spot.

That's why it wasn't a big surprise to find you, Soap, Gaz and Ghost in the rec room, simply hanging out once all of you finished all your duties. Though, unlike you and the two sergeants, Ghost decided not to sit on the couch with you, squished with barely any room to move, and claimed the other one as his own, also staying mostly quiet.

Though, the conversation between the four of you, or three, died down the moment Captain Price entered the rec room with an odd look on his face. You could tell right away how the man was doing his best to stay calm, yet whatever he was about to say, or heard, was bothering him to some level. The uneasy feeling in your chest getting worse when his eyes landed on you, his hands clasping together behind his back as he took a step to the side and nodded towards down the hallways.

"Sergeant L/N, come to my office, please." The Captain spoke, his tone making you stand up right away and ignore the confused looks - or stare when it came to Ghost - the other men in the room gave you.

"Yes, sir." You said, quickly making your way towards Price and then following him to his office. Whenever Price used your rank and last name with such a tone, it only meant bad news. All of you knew that.

The walk to the office seemed to drag on forever, your heart hammering in your chest the whole time but it seemed to get worse the moment you entered the room and Price closed the door behind you two. You were pretty sure the man could hear it, too. It was funny, to be honest. How you could face the barrel of your enemy's gun without flinching, but the moment Price requests you in his office, you're a child, caught red-handed and waiting for your parents to pick you up from the principal's office.

"Is everything alright, sir?" You asked, not being able to handle the silence any longer. Though, when Price's facial expression shifted, you knew everything wasn't alright.

"Your family called, Y/N." Price started, stepping a little closer to you, pure sympathy on his face and that made you realize that the news he had were going to be devastating. "Your father passed away yesterday evening. The doctors are still trying to determine the cause of his passing."

When the words left Price's mouth and reached you, you felt like passing out. You could no longer feel yourself breathing, all the blood rushed down and you felt dizzy, staring at the man in front of you with wide eyes. Your father was dead. The person that was your biggest support passed away. And you weren't there.

"Y/N?" Your name being called out fell to deaf ears as you took a step back and raised your hand a bit. For what? You weren't sure. Maybe you were trying to stop Price from stepping closer, or trying to silence him even if you weren't listening.

"I need…" You started, exhaling through your nose and the air leaving your lungs only made you feel more dizzy. "I need to leave." You choked out, not sure what to do with yourself now, but still stumbled towards the door and left the office, not even bothering to close them behind yourself. Normally, it would be required of you to stay in the office a little longer, figure out the leave to go back home, which missions you wouldn't be able to go on and such. All paperwork and serious talking. Yet, it seemed like even Price deemed it not urgent enough to postpone your shock and simply let you leave.

With blank mind and already blurry vision, your feet carried you back to the rec room. You just couldn't be alone now. You didn't want to. You stopped walking the moment you found yourself in the doorway to the rec room, hand reaching out for the doorframe to keep yourself steady, but that seemed to be an unnecessary move as you slowly moved to be knelt down on the ground seconds later.

"Y/N, what's wrong?" Gaz was the first one to speak, while Soap was the first one to move, kneeling down in front of you and resting his hand on your shoulder, trying to get a better look at your face. Ghost, though, only stood up and stepped a little closer, wanting to be within earshot. Just in case.

"He's dead…" You mumbled, hands dropping to your lap as you lifted your gaze to look at Soap, not being able to focus on anything else - or anything that was too far for your blurry vision. "My dad, he's dead."

It seemed like it was enough of a confirmation for your mind to fully process what was happening. The moment the words left your mouth, a sob soon followed them and tears started to stream down your face with no signs of stopping anytime soon. Leaning forward a bit, you tried to trap the sobs so as to not cause a scene, but Soap was quick to deny you that, pushing you back with a hand to your shoulder and then pulling you into a hug, shifting a little so it wouldn't be uncomfortable.

"Oh God, he's gone!" You wailed, hands moving up to grip the back of Soap's shirt, face burying in his shoulder to keep quiet - which also didn't do much. As you sat there, on the ground and sobbing, Soap holding you up so you wouldn't collapse on the ground fully, Ghost and Gaz glanced at each other, one unsure of what to do and the other already thinking of multiple ways of how to help you. They gave you a few minutes to let it all out before the man holding you shifted, helping you straighten out and to your feet.

"Let's get you to your room, lass…" Soap spoke, almost whispered, wrapping his arm around your waist and leading you towards where your room was. In the meantime, Gaz grabbed a water bottle before following the two of you, Ghost behind him, acting like a guardian angel of some sorts.

In your room, Soap sat you down on your bed and helped you take your boots off so you could lie down, which you did after Gaz made you take, at least, a few sips of water. Letting you dehydrate from all the crying wouldn't be a smart move. Once you were comfortable, you didn't waste a second to bury your face in your pillow, your sobs near turning into screams of anguish. Yet, the three men stayed, neither of them even thinking of leaving you alone. Soap was sitting on the edge of your bed, hand on your leg and thumb rubbing slow circles to try and comfort you. Gaz was on the ground, ready to jump up and bring whatever you'll need and Ghost was sitting on a chair, near your bed, watching and providing comfort with his presence alone.

After what felt like hours of crying, you finally quieted down. A little longer and they all would've started to worry that you would get sick from crying so much. Though, you didn't pull your face away from your pillow right away, simply staying hidden as you worked on calming down fully. Thinking that, perhaps, you've fallen asleep, Soap pulled his hand away from your leg and slowly moved to stand up, signaling the other men that they could leave to not bother you while you slept. The moment you felt the warmth of the Scot's hand disappear, you let out a pathetic sound and shifted your leg to try and gain his attention.

"No, don't leave…" You whined, but stayed hidden still. "Don't leave me alone.." That was enough to make the three men sit back down, Soap's hand returning to your leg.

"It's okay, lass." Soap quickly reassured you, squeezing your leg a little and giving you a soft smile, even if you weren't looking at him. "We're not leaving. We're with you."

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