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Price is definitely the type that knows how to dress up, he just doesn’t need to very often so he doesn’t.

The man has style, it’s just the lads have never seen him outside of work related clothes so they don’t know because they rarely see him on leave.

Probably because he’s with Nik or Graves, but they don’t get to know everything about the man.

Man knows how to dress but he enjoys not having to. Enjoys dressing like he’s homeless, like he doesn’t know what a name brand shirt looks like or how to hand wash them. Price has more than one suit that are triple his paycheck (he won’t disclose how he got them). He knows how to arrive in style and put on a show… but he doesn’t want to.

He likes his mismatched socks, comfortable shirt that has way too many holes in from cigarettes and cigars. Pants that should be retired to the dumpster but he hasn’t bothered, shoes that have been worn to hell and back. He knows how to dress nice, but he likes being comfortable.

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Nik: I’d catch a fish with my mouth for you

Graves: Hm… salmon?

Nik: Yes, the biggest one. I’d fight the bears for it

Graves: Dumb but hot

Gaz: Is… is Price attracted to this??

Nik: Yes :)

Graves: Unfortunately for him. He’s told us that himself

Gaz:

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*after Soap has been captured*

Price: Fuck- I’m getting a call-

Price, on the phone: I swear if there’s a single hair out of place-

Makarov: Shut up

Price: EXCUSE ME-?

Makarov: Shut up! I dropped that feral bastard in a dumpster outside of the airport. You can have him back. Forget the ransom just take him

Price:

Makarov: God- *hangs up*

Price: Uh-

Gaz: … Soap scares me

Ghost: He scares me too and I like it

Gaz: Oh my god-

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Ghost: Cap, how do you feel about me

Price: I’d certainly greet any guy you brought home with a shotgun if that’s what you’re asking

Ghost: Aww-

Soap, quickly leaving the room: I need body armor

Price: WHAT?!

Gaz: Wow… need me to get your shotgun-?

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Who’s most likely to have played a legitimate game of Russian Roulette?

Laswell and Nik have played before. With each other? No. But they have played and have seen blood. Their circumstances weren’t the same or what lead to them playing, but they have put a loaded gun to their heads. Ghost definitely would’ve played in his younger years but there was still a part of him that wanted to live long enough to get revenge. Price got ahold him not long after, so he never got a chance. Gaz and Soap have played but with Nerf guns. Price hasn’t played any version of it (shockingly).

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Mike im currently on the absolute VERGE of tears from that recent Nik is Soap's dad but Soap is Dead post. I was not expecting it to be that sad for some reason but god, you write angst so well.

Me too! Got emotional at the end :)

I enjoy writing angst but most of the time I had to be in the mindset for it or it won’t come out the way I want it to

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Hello, Mike! Sad question incoming!

In the au where Nikolai is Soap’s bio dad, how would he react to his death?

First post mentioning Nik being Soap’s bio dad

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Regret

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He didn’t go with them when they went to spread his ashes in Scotland. He gave Price a part of them then took the rest, no one saying a word about him not being there.

Nik took them there, flew them out and told them about Soap’s favorite trail that they would go on when he was a kid. It was sad he couldn’t really name any current, something that would haunt him. Nik would have regret not doing more with his son outside of work. He should’ve been there more, tried to reach out sooner even though he believed his boy wanted nothing to do with him.

He will forever be haunted by that regret, that anger with himself for not doing more. But he couldn’t imagine the pain his mother was dealing with. Nik chose to be the one to tell her, even though it had been years since they last spoken in person. He felt so numb during it all as he went to her house — The house that Soap would grow up in without Nik being a part of it.

He knocked after a deep breath. Nik had to steel himself, ready for the onslaught of emotion that was to come from his ex-wife and the mother of his child. The look on her face when she opened the door and saw him was first shock, then anger, then confusion.

“Nikolai?”

“Linda.”

The crack in his voice made fear take over her features, every muscle visibly tensing as she gripped the door frame.

“What happened?”

Nik’s voice failed him for a moment, knowing what he was about to say will break them both. He hadn’t said it yet, out loud, of what happened to Soap, to their Johnny. He had heard it plenty of times before, almost immediately after it happened. He’s screamed, cried, raged — Every emotion he has felt. And now he’s settled at silent regret, and once he says it out loud, it’ll start all over again.

“Johnny’s dead.”

It came out blunter than what he intended but there is no gentle way to tell a mother her son is dead.

Linda stared at him without a change in her expression for five seconds before she started shaking her head.

“No… No-“

He couldn’t look at her, he felt a crushing weight shake him as he watched Linda’s world come crashing down under it. She clung to the door frame, chanting ‘no’ as tears began to stream down her face.

As expected, she turned to anger.

“You’re lying!”

“Linda-“

“He’s not- Why would you say that?! Do you hate me that much? To cause me that pain?!”

Nik said nothing more, he knew his voice would give out if he tried. He just listened to her yell, deny their son’s death, and cry. It was devastating watching the woman who he once loved, the woman who he had a child with, break. Her rage would melt away to pure devastation, and she would look him in the eyes and scream.

Then the door would slam, and Nik would be standing there alone. He didn’t even make it off the porch, failing onto the steps with a great heaviness before he broke. He didn’t scream like he did the first time, didn’t feel the intense overwhelming feeling of it all. He just cried, feeling like a true failure. A father who failed his child.

A child without parents has a name: Orphan. What is a parent who lost their child called? For Nik, no single word could ever describe what he was feeling, the hole in his heart that will never be fixed. There was no word for that. No word that truly showed that pain, no word that when spoken someone would understand it.

He would sit there, truly broken. And the door would open behind him, and Nik would tense as a hand lightly touches his shoulder. He turned his head to see Linda, drained of life. Her hand remained on his shoulder.

“I… please come inside.”

And he did.

Linda asked about what happened and they cried together. They were the same in that moment, they had both lost something irreplaceable. Johnny was gone and neither would ever be the same. He had expected her to bring up his career, repeat that old argument that he negatively influenced Soap and made him idolize the military and war. But she didn’t. She didn’t need to, Nik had thought it moments after he was sat down and told what happened.

That regret was a complex emotion. He didn’t just regret not being there for his son, he regretted him being the one putting him there. Johnny was so smart, Linda and Nik wanted him to go to college and get an engineering degree. Pursue that persistent fascination of the stars and space he had since he was a toddler. But Johnny didn’t do that, he wanted to be just like his dad.

Nik would forever have that hang over him, and Linda knew that.

Under Linda’s request they cremated him. Nik had made no objections, neither wanted to have a funeral. That is not how they wanted to remember their boy, cold and dead before them. She gave 141 some of his ashes, the rest was for her and Nik.

And as Price, Ghost, and Gaz made their way up that trail to those cliffs, Linda and Nik went elsewhere.

“He loved it here… told me he missed coming here with you.”

The house that Nik had owned when he still had split custody over Johnny was a place he had a hard time being. He never sold it or abandoned it. He maintained it but never lived there. He couldn’t, especially not now. That place was for him and his son. It was not a home without him.

The woods behind the house was Johnny’s playground, Nik would’ve bought him an entire forest to make him happy. But the fifteen acre patch of woodland was just enough for Johnny. The stream behind the house was one of his favorite places to go. He would try to catch fish or any small critter and bring them back to the house. It still flowed gently, even after all these years. The birds sang, the breeze was welcoming. It felt unfitting for the occasion.

“I remember that model boat I got him. Took us a couple weeks to build it and seal it… just so he could watch it flow down the stream.”

Linda sniffled before she reached into her bag and pulled out the small wooden vessel. It was more cardboard than wood, biodegradable. And it held what was left of Johnny.

“I was so mad when he came home for the school year with his new church pants torn…” Linda smiled sadly, looking at the tiny boat.

“I told him to change but he didn’t listen,” Nik spoke, smiling softly at the memory.

“He was a stubborn boy, nothing you could’ve done.”

Nik swallowed hard, looking away from the stream and into the trees.

“Nothing we could’ve done to change his mind,” Linda said softly.

Another breeze would sweep through the trees, birds singing another chorus of their wordless song and the stream would continue to flow and laugh. The world would continue spinning, no matter what.

Linda kneeled by the stream and Nik would follow. She would stare down at the boat before she placed it in the water. And the stream would take it. They watched it go down the stream, and for a moment Nik could see a boy racing alongside it, dirty pants and wild hair.

The stream would take him everywhere, just like the ocean and breeze will. He was always so free. And now he forever will be.

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Is this canon to this au? Nah but it’s good writing practice. Little projection at the end

MWIII didn’t happen :)

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When inspiration hits you and it’s angst or at least your perception of it since you don’t consider something angst unless it feels like your heart is going to explode

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Graves, about Ghost: Autism be damned that boy can shoot a gun

Price: *stares at him*

Graves: … I’m trying to be supportive

Price: The sad thing is that I believe you

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*141 visiting Shadow Companies base*

Graves: *chilling in his office*

Price: Phil, I need- … Is that your book shelf?

Graves: yep

Price: Why… how are you organizing it??

Graves: I just shove the books wherever

Price:

Graves: You good-?

Price: YOU DON’T LIVE LIKE THIS DO YOU??

Graves:

Graves: Noooo-

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*the boys eating biscuits in the rec room*

Price: *sets a glass of milk down in front of Ghost*

Ghost, mouth full: Who’s this?

Price: Mr. Milk, your new friend

Ghost:

Price:

Ghost: Uh-

Price: Are you high?

Ghost: ARE YOU?

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Soap: I’m a specialist

Graves: In what?

Soap: Blunt force trauma

Graves:

Soap: Hold still… or try to run, I like a challenge

Graves: PRICE-

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Price: Kate, there’s something I have to tell you

Laswell, sighing: What is it?

Price: I… *turns and starts to walk off*

Laswell: What- Where are you going??

Price: I’ve decided to wait to tell you over the phone when you’re back in America

Laswell: WHAT DID YOU DO?!

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Laswell: Behave while you’re out there

Price: We’ll be fine, I’ll keep an eye on Nik

Nik: Hey! I behave!

Price: Sure

(Later)

Laswell: How did it go-

Nik: Price bit someone’s arm

Laswell: WHAT?!

Nik: It was hot

Laswell: He BIT someone??

Nik: A whole chunk out!

Price: THE FUCKER WAS TRYING TO CHOKE ME

Laswell: I… I feel like I’m going to have to chaperone you, constantly

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heyy just wanted to say i love your teen au series! wanted to ty a swing at drawing your simon sorry if its not accurate ( i feel hed like glaceon ice types ngl)

He WOULD be a Pokémon geek!!

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Nik: You judge distance with time??

Graves: Yep. It’s a challenge :)

Nik: Oo-

Price: Do NOT give him any ideas!

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Graves: Ya know what they say- Everything is bigger in Texas

Price, staring down at him: That’s how I know you’re not from there

Graves:

Graves: Listen here-