#captain john price imagines

[multific]

Control

John Price x Reader

Summary: John was a man who liked being in control, and you were a woman who hated giving men what they wanted, so when it came to questioning you, John found himself in a rather tough spot.

"So, Miss Y/L/N... Codename... Black Cat. I have read your files." John Price put the papers down before he sat down at the table across you.

You watched him, not saying a word.

"Your Captain said that you are the best, but what it is exactly that you do?" he leaned back in his chair as you leaned forward.

Game on.

"If you read my file, you must know, so ask the questions you really want to ask, Captain Price." a small smile, just a tiny one, for a split second could be seen on his face. 

He liked you.

But again, everyone liked you.

Even if you behaved like a bitch.

"How? How do you do it? I have read about the mission in Qatar, you rescued over a hundred people. No casualties. No one saw you going in or coming out, so, how did you do it?"

"My Captain said that Taskforce 141 needed someone a little more... flexible. She said it will do me good coming here to help you, Captain Price. So, if you need my help, I suggest you refrain from asking more... stupid questions. With all due respect." your eyes never left him, you just sat there, legs crossed under the table, your hands on top of the table, resting.

"They say you are the best getting in and out. No witnesses, no death."

"Who are they?"

"I need someone who can do this job for me, I do not need an amateur egoist who won't work with my team and won't answer simple questions."

"Now, am I the best or an amateur? The two really don't work together. Also, if you continue insulting me, Sir, I might change my mind and just go back."

"How do you do it?! How can you get hundreds of people out of a building without anyone noticing?"

"I just have them focus on something else." you replied, your hand reaching for the cup in front of you. "And while they are looking elsewhere, I get what I want." you lifted your other hand and showed him the gun in your hand. His gun.

John watched you in amazement, but you could also see a hint of fear. Fear of the unknown, you were already used to that.

"I will send you the file tomorrow. Be ready at 5:00am." he stood from his seat, ready to leave after he got his gun back from you.

"So tell me John, am I an amateur or am I the best?" you asked as you turned and looked at him.

"You definitely are... something, Doll." you smirked as he walked away.

Oh, you will have a great time playing with the handsome Captain.

How sad that the Captain didn't realize that he was already in the claws of the cat.

Being played with, you will have your fun.

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Captain Price got shot.

He walked right into a trap even though you warned him.

And now, you were hiding in a small shed with him.

He got shot in his left thigh.

"I told you not to go in there."

"I thought it was safe, they said it was clear."

"Yeah, and then betrayed us." you let out a sigh as you pushed on his wound, he groaned loudly. "Now, I will get the bullet out okay? bite down on this." you handed him a piece of wood.

John barely made a sound as you removed the bullet from his leg and treated his wound as best as you could.

"Don't trust the radio." he said, not like you didn't already know, yet you chose not to reply. You had bigger issues at hand, an injured Captain and a betrayal... "You have lovely eyes." you made you freeze as you looked at John.

His head, leaning against the wall as he watched you.

"So beautiful." he whispered. It had to be the blood loss.

You tried to convince yourself. It had to be the blood loss. What else could it be?!

"You are stunning." he continued, his voice sounding like a dream. You tried your best to focus.

Blood loss.

"So fierce and firey."

Blood loss.

"I like you very much, ya know?"

Blood loss.

"I shouldn't but I do."

"Captain." your voice sounded like a warning. A warning John was too oblivious to realize.

"Why do you hate me so much?"

"I don't hate you." you replied immediately. And you truly didn't it was a simple attraction you felt towards him, an attraction you thought best to keep under cover. Perhaps he was the same, and with his delusion, he finally admitted them. "I do really like you John." you said as you sat down on the floor in front of him.

You knew you two were safe here in this basement.

But you weren't safe from your own feelings and his.

"But you do."

"To be fair, you were the one that interviewed me."

"I did that because I found you attractive. I couldn't believe my eyes, you were skilled, sexy and pretty at the same time!"

"I will get us out of here." you said as you tried to avoid his confessions. 

"I know you will, Doll. The question is whether I will be alive or not."

"I stopped your bleeding." he looked down at his leg and saw his bandaged up leg.

"Oh. You did." he genuinely sounded surprised. You let out a sigh, quietly, you rather not attract his attention.

"Take this." you said as you reached into your pocket and gave him a small pill. "It will help with the pain and... delusions."

"I'm not delirious. I'm only in love."

"Even worse."

"You could say that again." he let out another sigh, your eyes never left his face.

He was handsome, way too handsome for his own good.

He looked so good with a longer beard, it did things to you. You remember when you first met him his face was shaved. It was months ago, and it always felt like you two have been dancing around each other.

And now, in this unfortunate situation, you two confessed your feelings. Even if his mind was foggy due to the blood loss.

You knew his words rang with the truth. You weren't stupid, you knew exactly what was between you two, and was unsaid.

But you knew it could never be more than the looks you gave each other, the usual bantering, filled with flirting and sarcasm. 

It was good, it was unsaid, but a simple wound ruined it, and he didn't even know what he had just done.

And he didn't realize until you saved him and he was in the hospital wing.

It was a slow process, having to move him to safety and not getting caught, but you managed.

After all, you were the best.

The nurse explained to you that he was sleeping, but he wasn't.

He laid awake, recalling everything he said and did. He would have regretted it if it wasn't for you. He was ready to apologise and pretend it never happened but you reciprocated his feelings.

You told him that you liked him, you smiled at him so sweet and patched up his wound. You didn't pull away or frown, you stayed and told him that you liked him as well.

Two days passed since you last seen John.

He called you into his office the third day, needing to "have a talk in private". 

You assumed he would ask you to forget everything he said and move on.

You sat in front of him and he finally looked at you.

"I can't say my words were lies. I cannot and will not say that I don't feel a certain affection towards you. But our line of work is not made for relationships and feelings. I cannot go on a mission, worrying about you when I have three other men by my side. It wouldn't be fair."

"You wouldn't have to worry, Sir. Laswell asked me to work with her, we would work on strategies and come up with new trainings. Since I proved I know how to handle even the most extreme hostage situations, she wants my knowledge on paper. We wouldn't have to hide, John." you watched him as he processed the information. "If you want to, of course." you quickly added and he suddenly stood up, scaring you enough to jolt up as well.

You did it in defence, it was, after all, part of your training.

John rounded the table and stopped in front of you.

"Of course, I want you." the way he said it, with such desperation in his voice, made you weak.

You grabbed his shirt and pulled him down to kiss you.

Your lips collided with his and it all felt so right.

It was something you have longed for for months now.

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[hiding-in-my-blanket-fort]

Gentle!Price with a skittish, touch starved Reader who notices when you flinch or shy away from something as innocent as his knuckles brushing your cheek.

Gentle!Price who wants you to feel safe with him, not crowded or pressured, and gives you space to come to him when you're ready. Which you don't do because you don't know how. It's always been safer to keep people at a distance.

Gentle!Price who initiates contact by offering his hand, palm up, for you to accept or refuse on your own time. Sometimes, you accept. But mostly, you refuse. And he never makes you feel bad about it either way.

Gentle!Price who ducks his head with a smile when the two of you are out for a walk and you link your little finger with his. Or press your leg against his under the dinner table.

Gentle!Price who stands before you after dinner one night and slowly brings his hands up, studying your expression to see how you'll react. When he cups his palms to your face, it's wonderful and overwhelming and you're not breathing but you're not running away either, so you take that as a win. "There you go, love," he murmurs softly, because he always speaks softly around you. "That's not so bad, is it?"

Gentle!Price who waits with endless patience as you reach across the gap between the two of you with shaky fingers and trip over his belt, wander up the buttons of his coat, and rest your hand against the solid warmth of his chest. He knows how hard that was for you but it's a sign of how far you've conquered together.

Gentle!Price who always leaves an available space on the couch for you beside him. Just in case you need it. When you walk through his door after a long day and drop beside him, burying your face in his shoulder with a grumble because people suck and I really missed you, he just gives that delicious deep rumbling laugh you've come to love so much and tugs you more fully into his arms with a kiss to the top of your head.

Masterlist

[playbucky]

Cowboy!

You’ve been Laswell’s second in command, the person soldiers reported to before you inform her. Task force 141 know you as the sweet voice that guides them with quick wits and replies to everyone’s so called jokes. The boys miss you the come back from their most recent mission to you missing and Laswell hesitant to tell them where you’ve gone. Characters - Reader, Laswell, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Price. Word Count – 2.1k

‘Where’s Cowboy?’ Soap asked, they expected to see you lounging across a seat with a wide smile, Laswell piled paperwork on top of folders. ‘Laswell?’ Price asked, he noticed her odd behaviour. ‘They had to leave early.’ Laswell stated, the group looked at each other before they looked at your desk. One that normally contained the ugly cat ornament that seemed to watch everyone that came into the room had vanished. The obnoxious pink pen that had feathers attached to the top was missing and thick, knitted jumper that rested over the top of your chair was gone. ‘Laswell, where are they?’ Price questioned, the men looked at her expectantly. ‘On a mission.’ She replied. ‘Where?’ Gaz asked, Price looked at her as her gaze flitted over the boys. ‘Can’t say.’ ‘Las -,’ ‘It came from above me, no information other than the time they had to leave.’ She informed the team, hands held in front of her. ‘When she coming back?’ Soap quizzed. ‘Unknown.’ She said and moved closer to the table. ‘They are coming back, ain’t they?’ Gaz asked, Laswell inhaled before she lifted her head. ‘Unknown.’ She repeated, she knew the men would be curious, but she could feel their eyes on her every move, expecting her to slip and tell them everything. ‘We’ve got a new mission.’ Laswell announced, she practically chucked the file onto the table, ‘We need to collect an informant.’ she told them, Price reached forward and grabbed the folder, he opened it. ‘A page.’ Price said, he flipped the piece of paper before he passed it to the men. ‘We don’t have much on them but we need them out of the situation they’re in.’ Laswell said, Price passed the sheet around. ‘Where?’ Price questioned. ‘Prague.’  ‘They will be guided by someone, the meeting should last no longer than five minutes.’ Laswell informed the group, she clicked the pen a handful of times before she stopped. ‘That’s quick even for us.’ Soap commented, Laswell nodded. ‘It’s a moment of opportunity.’ She replied, their brows furrowed but nodded.

‘Cowboy?’ A deep voice asked, you pulled the balaclava off your face, the humid air stuck to it. ‘Ghost.’ You said, you looked at the other three figures that stood at the back of the plane, you looked away from them and turned to Sophia. ‘You know them?’ Sophia asked, you grip tightened ever so slightly around her bicep, you nodded. ‘They’ll get you out of here.’ You informed her. ‘Both of you are to come with us.’ Ghost said, you ran your tongue over you lower lip as you shook your head. ‘I can’t.’ You announced, five sets of eyes snapped to you. ‘We’ve came to get you out.’ Price said, he walked down the platform, your stomach flipped as you pushed Sophia closer to them and looked around. ‘No, you’ve came to get Sophia out no one else.’ You informed the group, reminding them of the mission.  ‘Y/N.’ Sophia moved closer to you, you clenched your jaw. ‘It’s just Sophia that’s leaving today, I’ll follow later.’ You told them. ‘You should come with me.’ She tried to bargain with you, you gave her a small smile, your lips hardly curved. ‘I can’t,’ you started, ‘Your father expects me at the meeting tonight, I need to be there so he doesn’t go hunting for you.’ You explained to her. ‘But -,’ She tried to think of a reason. ‘I trust these men with my life,’ you cupped her face, the soft skin warm under your touch, ‘I know their tactics like the back of my hand, so you’ll be safe.’ you told her, she stared at you for a few seconds. Sophia huffed but nodded at you. You returned the nod before you let go of her arm and watched as she quickly made it to the edge of the plane, the engines were still running. You watched as Gaz moved to the edge along with Price and lifted her up with ease, Ghost kept his eyes focused on you as your tense body relaxed. ‘Go.’ You shouted, you looked over them then landed on Ghost. ‘Cowboy.’ His finger twitched on the side of his gun. ‘Go.’ You almost snarled, Ghost looked at you before he stiffly nodded. ‘Let’s go.’ He said, Johnny and Gaz hesitated but followed, Price refused to move. ‘Y/N.’ Price said, your eyes moved to him from the retreating figures, you shook your head and took a step back and signalled to the pilot. You lowered your head before you pulled your mask back down and over your face and marched away from the plane.

‘Cowboy.’ The voice said, your shoulders tensed but you continued walking. ‘Cowboy.’ He was closer this time, you turned the corner and pressed yourself against the wall. You listened to the footsteps, he was walking heavier on purpose, when his body poked around the edge you grabbed him. You pinned him to the wall, an arm across his chest, as a grunt escaped his lips when his back collided with the wall. You knew fine well that he could easily flip you around. ‘What are you doing here?’ You quizzed, you took him in. John’s beard was still neat and tidy, his blue eyes took in your appearance, your hair had grown longer and dark bags had form under your eyes. ‘Could ask you the same thing, love.’ He stated, you dropped your arm but didn’t step back. ‘I asked you first.’ You said, he arched an eyebrow. ‘We got word that Augustus Par was going to be residing here for the next couple of days.’ Price told you, you sighed and took the step back. ‘I’m guessing buy that you know?’ He asked, you gave a curt nod. ‘Who else is here?’ You quizzed. ‘Gaz and I just now, Soap and Ghost are meant to be joining tomorrow.’ He explained, you rubbed your lips together before you nodded. ‘Sin-Sation, across from the train station, you should try it. It’s pretty good but always go after six.’ you told him, a small wrinkle between his eyebrows formed but he nodded. ‘Will do.’ He replied, you gave him a small smile. ‘Best seats are always at the back.’ You added before you walked away.

‘Can I get you boys a drink?’ The older woman asked, they shook their head. ‘We’re waiting on someone.’ ‘We’ll have five waters please.’ You interrupted with a gentle hand on the waitress’s arm, she jumped slightly but nodded when she saw you. ‘You’re back again.’ She said, you nodded. ‘I am, love the food.’ You replied, her painted red lips split into a wide smile. ‘Good.’ ‘So, what you been up to the last six months?’ Soap asked, you slid the file over to Price, he glanced at you before he flipped it open. ‘Seems like Sophia’s father has some good links.’ You told the group. ‘So why are you telling us now?’ Gaz questioned, you looked at him. ‘The person you’ve came to get, is who he’s meant to be meeting.’ You said, their brows dipped, ‘I’m asking that you delay your capture of him till the meet and it’ll give me a way out as well.’ You suggested, Price tilted his head slightly as you reached forward and grabbed the glass of cool water. ‘We’ll talk to Laswell, but it probably won’t be a problem.’ Ghost said, you looked at him, the corner of your lips curled slightly before he pushed away from the tables, Gaz and Soap followed. ‘She’s good by the way, you never asked.’ Price broke the short silence as he took you in, you looked at him, ‘Sophia, she’s getting settled.’ He informed you, you brought your bottom lip into your mouth, head tilted slightly. ‘I know.’ You said, his shoulders dropped. ‘How long you been home?’ He quizzed, you shook your head. ‘I’m not home John.’ You said, he dipped his head. ‘You know what I mean.’ He grumbled. ‘Three months.’ You told him, he sighed and nodded. ‘I need to go.’ You stated, he grunted, you frowned as you stood up and tucked your chair in before you made your way away. ‘Are we going to survive this?’ He asked, you turned back to him with wide eyes. ‘Of course, we are.’ You replied, you watched the concern float around in his eyes before he rubbed his lips together and nodded. ‘We always make it.’ ‘But surely that luck has to run out at some point.’ He said, you frowned as he looked away from you, the glass of water more interesting. ‘It’s not luck John, we worked hard to survive.’ You reminded him, he didn’t look at you, ‘Say the word Price and I can go back to being colleagues.’ His eyes snapped to you, the blue orbs took you in. He remained silent and nodded. ‘Noted,’ you inhaled, ‘I’ll see you later.’ You didn’t give him a chance to reply before you turned and walked away.

‘Did you know?’ Augustus asked, Malcolm lifted an eyebrow as he looked at the younger man, your shoulders tensed. ‘Know what?’ Malcolm asked. ‘That your little bodyguard was the one that helped Sophia escape?’ Augustus asked, you straightened as Malcolm tilted his head. He slowly turned to you, his face emotionless. ‘Is it true?’ ‘Y/N?’ He growled, your sighed and dropped your shoulders. ‘Yes,’ you admitted, both men were shocked at how quickly you gave in, ‘Only because of him.’ You pointed at Augustus, his face dropped. ‘Sophia was getting threats in her emails and various other forms, some stated that she was in grave danger and I thought it’d be best to move her without your acknowledgement.’ ‘Why?’ ‘They would use her as leverage in a deal, I wasn’t putting a young girl through that.’ You explained, Augustus glared at you as Malcolm slowly nodded and turned back to the table. Augustus growled and a gun was aimed at you, you pulled back and looked down the barrel as Malcolm watched on. Heavy breathing came from the man across from you, his blue eyes had darkened, ‘All you’ve got to do is bat your eyelashes and everyone falls into line, don’t they?’ He asked, you looked at him. ‘Do it,’ you challenged him, ‘Shot me, I don’t see anyone with a gun aimed at you in retaliation, so go ahead.’ You said, his stretched arm faltered.  It happened suddenly, Augustus was flung backwards, the gun landed somewhere. A searing pain spread across your thigh as four men barged in, their guns drawn and ready to shot anyone that retaliated. You watched as Malcolm twisted to you, gun aimed at your chest. He stepped closer as the men shouted at him to stop, the metal pressed into your chest but you focused on him. ‘Is she safe?’ He quizzed, you nodded. ‘Away from everyone, new name and new life, no one will know.’ You replied, his gaze dropped as he noticed you wobble. ‘Thank you.’ He said, he dropped the gun on the table to his right before he raised his hands up and stepped back.  Gaz was quick to pull a picture tie from his waist, he pulled his arms behind his back and wrapped the small plastic around his wrists. You exhaled shakily and moved to lower yourself down, warm hands wrapped around your waist and guided you down. You didn’t need to look up to know that it was Price, his blue eyes appeared in front of you. ‘I’m sorry.’ He focused on the wound on your thigh, the blood was steadily flowing from it, your trousers stained. ‘What for?’ You quizzed, his face hardened before he tightened his grip. ‘Saying that we wouldn’t survive it, think I jinxed it.’ He grumbled, you tried to laugh but the pain caused you to tense and hiss. ‘You think?’ You quizzed, he shook his head. ‘Now isn’t the time for sarcasm.’ ‘It’s not?’ You commented, he rolled his eyes. ‘You’ve spent too much time with Simon.’ He said, both of you smiled. ‘Yeah well, you partnered us up, so it’s your own fault.’ You reminded him, he chuckled and pressed a kiss to the side of your head, the beard tickled your skin. ‘We’ll make it.’ He mumbled, you chuckled quietly. ‘I know.’

[fandom-imagines]

Price taking care of future s/o (headcanons)

Fandom: Call of Duty

Pairing: John Price x Reader

Words: 1.2k

Warnings: Abusive relationship (readers ex), crying

Anyone interested in a full one shot of this premise?

Price knows your boyfriend isn’t good enough for you, you’re way too good for him and Price can’t stand seeing you waste your time on a man like your boyfriend, but he with himself that he’s simply jealous that you’re not with him.

He almost feels bad for wishing that you would come and be with him rather than your boyfriend, almost. He used to feel bad until he met your partner and saw just how bad he treats you.

You don’t see it, nobody would unless they were really good at reading people and relationships like Price is, especially those close to him, and you were close to him.

So, when you show up at his house in the pouring rain, tears staining your cheeks, one bruised with an obvious handprint, he immediately knows what has happened.

He’s raging internally, but he knows you need to be comforted first, and with gritted teeth and a frown, he opens his door to you and, in turn, his heart; not that you would know it yet, of course.

He asks what happened, despite already knowing, and lets you just vent to him. He knows you need to get it all off your chest and he doesn’t interrupt once.

Throughout it all, he’s listening to every word, squeezing your shoulder in a comforting manner, passing you tissues, and hugging you once you’re done and wiping your tears, apologies falling from your lips.

“Don’t be silly, love. You’re part of my team, you’re always welcome here. Just don’t let Laswell know, all right?” Whilst the last part is an attempt to make you laugh, it is partially true; she was already beginning to notice how he favoured you.

“Thanks, Cap.”

“No need to thank me, love.”

He’s glad you trusted him enough to come to him just as much as he’s glad you’re starting to smile. Oh, how he loves your smile.

A comfortable silence falls over you two and he just stares at you.

He sits there, admiring your beauty, both inside and out and it just clicks: he loves you.

“Oh fuck,” he mutters, so quiet that you don’t hear.

This isn’t good, he thinks to himself, but brushes it off for now; he needs to take care of you.

“I don’t know where to go, John.” You sniffle and he’s enjoying the way his name sounds on your tongue the same way he always does, and immediately offers you a place in his home until you’re back on his feet. He’ll even go pick you some things up tomorrow, so you don’t have to face him.

You’re hesitant, not wanting to disturb his peace and intrude on his home but one look from your captain has you agreeing; you could never be a burden to him.

He tells you to take a bath and gives you one of his biggest shirts and some shorts that he didn’t even know he owned and for the first time in a while, you felt good.

The night is spent with you two watching crappy telly and talking about anything and everything. You’re both on leave for the next month so it was oddly enough good timing, and you didn’t have to sleep in the uncomfortable bed on base.

Eventually, your words becoming slurred and slower and before either of you realise, you had fallen asleep on John’s shoulder.

His heart rate quickens, and he can’t stop the light blush on his face, but his main focus is making sure you were comfortable.

He does his best to relax, and once he was 100% certain you were asleep, he carefully adjusts you to lay on his lap, hand playing with your hair, enjoying the content sighs you let out, despite being asleep.

The mark on your cheek pains him to look at but he can’t help himself gently running a finger across the mark.

“I’ll never let him hurt you again,” he mumbles quietly, doing his best to not disturb you from your peaceful slumber.

After about an hour, he also ends up falling asleep, soft snores falling from his lips.

You’re the first to wake, eyes wide and cheeks hot, cursing yourself for falling asleep.

Price is still fast asleep, clearly having the best sleep he had in a while, despite not being in his own bed and you can’t help but remain in his lap, snuggling into his thighs.

The safe feeling that your captain always gave you was one you had tried to fight, but now, you never wanted it to fade; he would look after you.

“Morning, love,” the morning voice of the man you had fallen asleep on makes your cheeks even hotter. “Sleep well?”

You’re unsure what to say, so you simply nod. He smiles and tells you he’s glad.

He cooks you both breakfast and sneaks glances at you in his clothes every chance he gets without the risk of you noticing; you just look so good that he can’t help but admire you.

You’re unsure why your chest feels so warm as you look at him flipping pancakes at 8 in the morning, but you’re not against it, it’s just strange. You had never felt that with your ex.

Over the weeks that you’re staying at his house, you grow closer than you were before.

Your days are spent together and anybody you saw in public simply assumed you were a couple.

Price, however, was finding it difficult to hide his feelings for you as they grew even stronger, and you were the same.

You had realised why you felt the way you did for all those months now, why you were nervous around him and why he made you so happy: you loved him.

One day, as the two of you rushed inside, away from the harsh rain outside, the feelings overwhelmed you both.

As you leaned against the front door, both of you laughing, Price’s arms pressed on the wall either side of you, both of your laughter having calmed down and changed to a happy smile.

His eyes stared into yours, and yours his.

As he leaned in loser, you spoke.

“We shouldn’t do this,”

He didn’t know what to say, so he simply said what he was thinking, dropping one arm from beside you so you’d have room to leave if you wanted. You didn’t move.

“I know, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to.”

“John…”

“Yes, doll?”

“Kiss me.”

And so he did, every emotion that he had kept bottled up pouring into the kiss.

Your arms wrapped around his neck and one of his arms snaked around your waist, the other cupping your cheek.

As he pulled away, both of you panting, you couldn’t help but smile.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he whispers.

“I think I do now…” You giggled, hugging him, both of you smiling as he hugs you back.

Neither of you knew where you were going to go from here, but all you wanted was to be together; it’s all you guys had ever wanted.

[bejeweledblondie]

When I tell you I was pissing my pants laughing at this.

“This wallpaper is so cute, we could live here” ME IN A NUTSHELL I have ADHD (I’m medicated for it) but when I’m off it this is me 😭

[bluegiragi]

he keeps his promises.

early access + nsfw on patreon

[shadow4-1]

I'm just imagining getting so used to physical contact from the 141 that you don't realize it's inappropriate until it's too late.

At first you shied away from them all. You gave them a good breadth of space because, well, it would be inappropriate. But eventually you acquiesced to the noogies and the funny little pats Price loves to give.

Soon enough you found yourself being aggressively head-locked by Soap and tossed around by Gaz. It's just boys being boys, it's friendly and fun. The deeper your bond the less you seem to care about their hands on you.

It isn't until one night when you're playing a little handheld game in the rec room do you think maybe everyone's gotten a lil' too comfortable. You're curled up between Soap and Ghost in one of their hoodies and some non-reg shorts. Both of their hands are splayed out on your inner thighs, one tapping, the other rubbing. Gaz comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your neck to get a good look over your shoulder.

"Catching 'em all, Love?"

[youronlydarlin]

warning: Sex pollen :), noncon/dubcon, some of them are mean on this one, horny desperate men going insane for your hole, not proofread 😭

Jus' over here havin thoughts about sex pollen infecting your favorite boy man

Finding yourself in the middle of a botched mission, you desperately try to open the door that separates you from your lover. You can hear him hacking, n coughing on the other side. N'd your sweet soul's nearly crying at the thought of what's happening to him. Is he dying !? Pink gas escapes from under the door and you don't even have the time to react before it suddenly opens.

Captain John Price who tries keep some of his composure. You must commend him for it, really. But you turn around to see if the coast's still clear and that's all it takes for his composure to break. Before you knew it you're being lifted into the air. Back pressed tightly against your Captain's chest while he holds you up with the back if your knees. He's got you in a full nelson :( And all of a sudden there's a knife in his hands. You cry out at the thought of what he could do to you but you're silenced the moment he uses it to rip an opening through your trousers, all the while he's rutting against your ass, cause he's just so pent up. Oh, you have to understand!

His dick is inside of you the moment it's freed. Tries to be considerate about it, gives you a few seconds to adjust before he's drilling into you with wild abandon. Fucks you so deep, there's a bulge in your tummy and spots in your vision. Sinks to the floor with you the moment he cums, holding you close to his chest and trying to come up with a decent enough explanation.

Simon "Ghost" Riley who let's out a loud grunt before falling on top of you. The impact makes your head spin, and it momentarily knocks the wind out of your lungs. His body crushes yours beneath the concrete floor and you don't have time to recover before the feeling of phantom hands start to roam your body. And you can no longer blame it on your fall, because your trousers are being ripped away by rough gloved hands.

Poor, little, you can't even object when he wrestles you into a mating press :( Shoving two of his thick digits inside of you with no warning. He's moving them in a scissoring motion, and you cant help but cry at the dry, and painful insertion. He's so mean!

"Shhh, puppy... 'I need this..." Doesn't even say please! Doesn't even give you a warning before the mushroom tip of his cock is breaching past your entrance. It's definitely way thicker than his fingers, and a lot more harder to get used to. He uses your bunched up knees as leverage to fuck you deeper, n deeper till your pretty eyes roll to the back of your skull.

He sounds like an animal when he cums. Growling pure filth to your ear while he grinds his dick inside you. Ready for a round 2?

Johnny "Soap" Mactavish who doesn't even wait. He was already hard as a fucking rock, hearing your cute voice cry out for him on the other side of the door. But now that it's opened, the only thing in his mind is dicking you down till your addicted to his cock.

Very impatient. You're literally like a ragdoll to him and he jus' manhandles you so you're face down, ass up :(

Shoves his fingers in your mouth while pulling your trousers down. He eats you out like a man starved. Like this was going to be his first, and last meal. Not a moment later and he's bullying your hole with his fat cock. Babbling nonsense about how fucking tight you are and how he's "waited to do this for so long". But he cums, and he cums deep.

The definition of painting your insides white.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick who looks like he's in so much pain. Unlike the other boys he tells you not to get close. He's not right in the head, can't you see that?? But you're sweet. Too sweet, and he wonders if you taste just the same. He's wetting his lips before knows it. He feels terrible. Eye fucking you while you're just trying to get him to talk about what's happening. Is he ok? He's not dying, is he? Tell me where it hurts, please.

You fret over him, and he's never felt such embarrassment in his life before. He feels bad, looking down at the massive tent in his pants. But he feels worse when he's pushing you against the wall. He's tried to hold back. Really, he did. But there's just so much a man like him can take in a situation like this. And he's trying to whisper apologies to you while he hasn't fully lost himself.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, just please....Fffuck–let me fuck you. Please..."

He's so desperate n'd whiney. As if he's not making your thighs shake and your brain into goo. He's fucking your mouth with his tongue, sturdy hands grabbing hold of your legs and wrapping them around his firm waist.

It's all too much. You're brain moving slower than your mouth can say "slow down". In a second he's got your trousers to the side, and his pants bunched up on his knees. He's shaking so much you're worried he might topple over. But he doesn't. Instead he slams his hips directly into yours. Your mouth opening in a silent scream.

He cums the moment he gets his dick in you. He's just so sensitive, ok :( And he doesn't stop at just one round, not even two. Three and his cum's leaking out of you, staining the floor and both of your thighs. Still moving his hips like a man possessed. Four, you're nearly passed out. And there's a slight bump in your stomach from where you're sure his cock, and cum is.

Head lying limp on your shoulder, you wonder how many times you've cummed already, or if this was even going to end. He smiles at you, so brightly he looks like your Kyle again. But he's kissing the side of your mouth before biting at your lips.

"Jus one more. Jus' one more, I promise..."

a/n: I literally don't know what bought this on. Are the parts where I lost motivation obvious? Yes? Ok. Fuck Some characters parts are longer than others I'm so sorry 😭 This has been rotting in my drafts for about 2 days. Hope you enjoy this more than I do 😞. Eat up, my loves!

Yours, truly,

–dolly

[gauloiseblue]

This is Price. You can't change my mind

[multific]

Captain Price Christmas Headcanons

John Price x Reader

John promised he would be home before Christmas

He promised he would spend time with you finally

He was a man of his word

So, when he arrived home, you were expecting him

You decided to decorate your home so that when he arrives, he would feel the spirit

John swore he never saw this many lights and decorations on his humble little house

In his small front yard, there was a bush decorated with lights and a small reindeer, also made of lights

The windows, decorated

John could only imagine how the inside must have looked like

And you didn't disappoint

Clearly, your theme was gold and red

Classic

You even had mistletoe in the doorway, which he waited for you under

And soon enough, his kiss also arrived as soon as he scooped you into his arms

John at first was a bit taken aback

Why did you have a mini Christmas tree in every single room?

Why did each one have a different colour scheme?

And why did he like it so much?

Why did he feel warm inside?

And just how many candles did one person need?

The only thing missing was the tree, but you waited for him so you two can go buy and decorate the tree together

John never truly liked Christmas

But seeing you in your sweatshirts and socks while you brought him his tea did something

The lights used to bother his eyes but now, he adored them

And as the cliché movies played, all he could think about is if you will like the present he got for you or not

The beautiful diamond ring, currently hidden away

John couldn't wait to ask you the big question

And with this beautiful setting of Christmas ornaments everywhere, the scene was perfect

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[hiding-in-my-blanket-fort]

Been thinking a lot lately about Price with a fem!Reader who he gradually falls head over heels for. He tried to hold off for a long time but you just...melted his defenses, one by one.

You smile so softly for him. You are achingly kind with a good heart and you are literally everything John wants to protect in this world to make it a better place.

But John has enemies. And one of them wants revenge. They want to hit him where it hurts the most. They want to bring him to his knees.

They go for you.

And calm, level-headed, cool-under-pressure Captain John Price loses his shit. He sees red. He goes absolutely snarling German Shepherd attack dog feral when you are in the cruel, brutal hands of his enemy.

He gets to you. But only barely. Just in time. You're in bad shape. And you feel so horrifically fragile in John's arms in that moment.

He turns rage-filled eyes on his enemy and the urge to wrap his hands around that bastard's throat makes him blind to the consequences that would surely strip him of his command.

"You don't touch her," he growled, teeth gritted, eyes blazing.

His team is a little taken aback seeing their captain like this, his self-control threatening to break at any moment. His voice with an edge of danger so sharp that his words could practically drip blood on the pavement.

"You. don't. fucking. touch. her," he spat, cradling your broken body protectively against his chest.

When you wake up in the hospital, you see the exhaustion on John's face. The raw, bone-deep fatigue. The fear that still haunts him.

Usually, when you're sick or injured, he comforts you with soft-spoken words, fetches you every little thing you ask for. He reassures you that everything will be fine, you'll see - your strong, stalwart Captain taking charge in a crisis.

But this time, he's quiet. Painfully so. He just gazes at you for so long. And then he takes your hand, sheltering it in the cradle of his palms. He kisses your knuckles and closes his eyes, his lips lingering there for a while.

He doesn't say anything. Not a word.

When you bring your hand up to touch his cheek, John knows he doesn't have to be strong anymore. He sinks into you, resting his forehead against your heart.

[theywhowriteandknowthings]

Reader who joins the 141. (I.e something silly)

They take one look at you and laugh.

Soap tries on the usual charming disarming flirtation.

Gaz tries to ease you in, being sweet as pie.

Ghost fucking glowers at you.

Price just observes you from afar.

You have to stop yourself from smirking at their behaviour.

It’s like they don’t see anything but for the fact you have breasts.

But you disarm ordinance faster than Soap knows is possible.

You outshoot Gaz on the range and in tactical scenarios.

You sneak up on Ghost in the Sennybridge tunnels.

None of them can figure you out.

Price knows what kind of person you are yet you still one up him with your management skills.

You’ve managed to get the team to fight amongst themselves over who could beat you in X or Y contest.

You chuckle as you place tender little kisses to Kate’s lips.

“So, when are we telling them I’m your wife?” You ask as you dip your fingers below the waist of her sweatpants.

“Never,” Kate responds as she lets out a soft sigh as your fingers ghost along her clothed cunt, “I like to keep them guessing.”

[gothicflowers]

Captain John *forgot to take his wedding ring off and can’t figure out why his team is staring at him* Price

[longing-for-the-past-times]

their reaction to you wearing a flavoured lipstick

task force 141 x reader headcanons

synopsis: headcanons of how would they react when the reader wears a flavoured lipstick/lip gloss/lip balm

notes: can you tell who is my favourite?

comments and reblogs are always appreciated🙈

warnings: mentions of smoking, occasional swearing, tooth-rotting fluff

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Captain 'John' Price - chocolate and red velvet

He may be slightly old-fashioned and love it when you wear red lipstick as he considers it a classy, but bold choice of colour

He is aware that you own more than one red lipstick, yet he secretly cannot differentiate one shade from another. Not that he'll ever let you know

That is until one day you visit him at work. He won't let it show, but he becomes jealous the second you walk in the base, your lips painted in a rich, velvety crimson. He cannot take his eyes off you, hypnotized by the captivating movement of your lips as you speak to him, telling him about your day and what you thought you should have for dinner.

John does not miss the hungry looks that are thrown across your way. He is quick to snake his hand around your waist and usher you to his office, where he could be the only one relishing in the allure the red lipstick cast over you-

"John, you're not really listening, are you?" your playful tone snaps him out of his reverie, a sheepish look plastered on his face.

"Love, did I ever tell you how much red lipstick suits you?"

"Only twice per day and more than ten times per night…" you roll your eyes at his antics, cupping his cheeks in your hands and planting a kiss at the corner of his lips, letting out a small giggle as his stubble tickled your lips.

"Well, I am headed home to get started on that dinner you didn't pay attention to!" you keep teasing him, amused by his dazzled expression. Little did you know, you had him wrapped around your finger.

"A…Alright, drive safe! I'll be there as soon as I finish this paperwork!"

Only he spends the next hour daydreaming about your red lips and the tender way they made contact with his skin, the phantom touch still lingering on the corner of his lips. Unconsciously, he traces his tongue over the place, freezing when he feels a mild flavour of chocolate.

He checks it once again, partially ashamed of the childish gesture. If any of his teammates caught him at that moment, they wouldn't let him live it down. But the subtle taste is there, sweet yet distant, almost as if it was teasing him.

The paperwork's long forgotten before he realizes it must be your lipstick. You might have told him that you found a new flavoured collection, but he had been too busy staring at your giddy figure to pay attention.

So he becomes a man with a plan and does not delay heading home anymore. The drive there seems endless, but it's all worth it the moment he opens the door and sees you standing by the kitchen counter, wearing the apron he gave you for Christmas

One second he's by the door, the next he's smashing his lips against yours, a small sigh of pleasure leaving him as he relishes in the now-intense aroma of chocolate.

"Warn an old man next time, will ya?"

From that day on, he starts calling you "chocolate". The pet name raises a few eyebrows here and there, but none of you are bothered by it. Not when you could tease him about his newly-found sweet tooth and he could lose himself in your delicate kisses.

Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley - strawberries and cigarettes

There are times when he becomes a heavy smoker, sitting on the balcony of your shared apartment and burning through a pack in one day while his mind is mulling over the previous or the next mission

In times like those, he has nothing against your presence, secretly enjoying when you lay his head atop his shoulder and hug him from behind, but he always refuses to kiss you afterwards, arguing that the acrid taste of cigarettes would gross you out

It definitely doesn't- it is an integral part of him that you'd come to accept and love- and now you couldn't live without it

Until one evening, you opt to sit across him, leaning your hands on the balcony railing, while your eyes wander over the city lights. Over the course of your relationship with Simon, you had grown used to his long bouts of silence, becoming accustomed to all of his telltale signs: his left eyebrow would twitch when he doesn't like something, his right foot would continuously tap against the ground when he is distressed.

Three cigarettes in, and his foot is reenacting Radetzky's March. He is utterly unaware of the amused glances you steal at him

"Something the matter, love?" you ask him in a sweet tone, trying to pull off your most innocent face.

"'s nothing", he begins hesitantly, his voice rough from not using it. "…just a little cold, I guess"

You have to turn your head away from him and back to the city, a satisfied smirk spreading on your face. Simon might have been the deadliest operator the Special Forces have had in a long time, but deep down he was also a touch-starved man who found solace and peace in your arms

When the foot tapping does not stop, you struggle to school your face into a neutral expression and turn towards him, your eyes melting at the sight of his dishevelled blonde hair and furrowed brow. He sheepishly looks up in your direction, a silent plea dancing in his chocolate eyes.

You stand and approach him slowly, stopping only when your faces are inches apart. His half-burnt cigarette is forgotten in the ashtray, the remnants of smoke in his breath fanning over your face.

His eyes hold a hundred unanswered questions: did he do something to upset you, did you grow sick of him, can he do anything to get you back; but they are all silenced when you lean in further, placing a gentle and intimate kiss on his lips

The unexpected gesture sends shivers of pleasure down his spine and he has to take a moment before cupping your cheeks in his hands and kissing you back, the way you deserve to be kissed

You chuckle in his mouth before pecking both his eyes and forehead and returning to your original position, your head resting in the crook of his neck as your arms engulf him in a warm hug

He opens his mouth to scold you for kissing him when he is smoking. In his mind, it is almost like he is tainting your presence with the stale smell of smoked cigarettes. But as the words form on his lips, he hesitates, his mind struggling to acknowledge the foreign taste on his tongue

He turns to look at you with a confused look on his face. It was October so there could be no strawberries at the market and the freezer was empty as you had eaten all ice cream when you were on your period-

So why did he taste strawberries on your kiss?

"I may have found a lip gloss from high school", you eventually break the silence, blowing a huff of strawberry-scented air in his direction. "One I bought and swore to keep untouched until I found someone worth using it for!"

His thunderous laugh has you opening your mouth in shock. You could count on your fingers the number of times he'd laugh openly and without reserves

"Bloody hell, darling. You'll get me killed before smoking does! That thing must have been expired for years now!"

You shake your head in disbelief, faintly blushing at his words. You know he is teasing you, but that does not stop you from taking revenge as you start to plant messy pecks and kisses on his neck and cheeks. You eventually stop when your lips are once again inches apart from his, your breaths slowly mingling into a shared one

"Then I guess we are going down together"

Sergeant John "Soap" MacTavish - cherries and chapped lips

It all begins one cold morning when he leans in to kiss you goodbye before leaving for work

"Hold on! Johnny, you've got to do something about your chapped lips! You know what, let me get you a lip balm!"

He is quick to place a hand on your shoulder to stop you. His eyebrows are raised in disbelief and he has to do a double-take before words tumble out of his mouth

"Ain't no way I'm using such a thing, bonnie! Lip balms and such are made for wee lasses like you, not for demolition experts like me!"

You roll your eyes at his badly constructed argument and give him an unimpressed look when an idea pops into your mind.

"You stay right here, I'll be back in a jiffy!"

"What even is a jiffy?"

But you don't bother to answer as you head towards the bedroom, looking for the cherry-flavoured lip balm you bought specifically for the cold season. With precise movements, you apply a thick layer on your lips, smacking your lips to check if the cherry flavour is strong enough to linger. It fortunately is.

So you hurry into the hallway where Soap's waiting for you, hands on his hips as he angles his head in your direction. If he notices that your lips have just got shinier, he doesn't mention it

Instead, he leans in to properly kiss you goodbye this time, eyes comically widening when you deepen the kiss and make it last longer than usually

A small chuckle leaves his lips as you cup his cheeks in your hand and place a small kiss on the top of his nose

"How about we continue this when I come home?", he smiles at the ticklish sensation of your lips against his skin, the constant stinging of his own being forgotten for the moment

"Is that a promise, Sergeant?"

He has a hard time leaving home that day, the drive to the base being plagued by thoughts of you and how much you care for him. His lips have been chapped ever since spending the last two weeks on a mission that required him to be on constant watches in freezing temperatures. He eventually got used to it, the cracks and fissures becoming familiar from the countless times he dragged his tongue over lips, in a hopeless attempt to soothe the pain radiating from them

He does not realise that he is currently doing the same thing, his brain temporarily freezing as it detects a new, yet familiar aroma

Why do his lips taste like cherries?

He remains in the car, long after he's parked, his mind deep in thought as he runs his tongue over his lips once more, partially scared that he'll make the mysterious taste go away if he's too insistent. He does not see Ghost approaching his car from the back and actually flinches when he hears someone pounding on the window.

"D'you lock yourself in here, Johnny? The briefing's about to start in five and you haven't even geared up yet!"

"Bloody hell, you should really do something about your lips- they look like cracked desert earth or something…"

"Did not take you for a poet, L.T."

"Never said I was."

He is in the middle of the briefing when he figures out the source of the mystery taste. It all starts to make sense - the quick detour you had to take, the passionate kiss. He has to give it to you - you could do anything you put your mind to.

Because, besides the compelling taste, the chapstick you must have used started to have a soothing effect on his lips, the stinging becoming more bearable with every passing moment

He spends the rest of the day struggling to make the cherry flavour last longer, but it eventually fades out after he's forced to drink water. A small pout etches itself into his face and he starts to regret not listening to you.

The moment he comes home, he's in the bedroom, unscrewing the cap of every lip balm and smelling it before trying to place it back exactly as it was

You silently linger in the doorway, an amused smile creeping across your face as your fingers shift with the cherry-flavoured lip balm. Soap is so distracted by his covert operations task that he does not hear you trying to contain your chuckles.

"I believe you are looking for this?"

He is quick to snatch the small tube from your hands before bringing it closer to his nose and drawing a deep breath in. You shake your head in exasperation, a loud laugh escaping your lips as he clumsily tries to rub the chapstick across his lips.

"Love, you're doing it wrong! You might break it if you apply that much pressure!"

"Here, let me help you!"

Ends up insisting you order a batch just for him.

In just days, his lips go from cracked and fissured to soft and plump, perfect for the customary morning kiss

Sergeant Kyle "Gaz" Garrick - vanilla and stained teeth

Combat training is fun and games until you are paired up with someone like Ghost, Soap, or Gaz and get your ass handed to you

Lucky you, today Gaz is the person who slams your back on the hard mattress and pins your hands above your head, interlocking your feet with his

Your mind replays the steamy events of last night and you can't help but give him a suggestive smirk which is quickly followed by a toothy grin upon seeing the blush that spreads on his face

He shakes his head in disbelief, not letting go of your arms or feet. Instead, he leans forward, cocks his head and openly stares at you

"Darling, you've got lipstick on your teeth!"

You comically widen your eyes and try to bring your hands to your mouth, struggling to escape his firm grip, but to no avail.

"'m n't s'ppos'd to we'r lipstick 't w'rk", you try to mumble with your mouth closed while your tongue is running over your teeth, looking for any traces of lipstick.

"Ok, has it gone now?", you open your mouth and practically bar your teeth at him, frowning at his unreadable expression. "Gaz- you're scaring m-"

Before you finish your sentence, he smashes his lips against yours and it takes all you have not to whimper when you feel his tongue repeatedly swiping over your teeth

Once he breaks up the kiss, he makes a show of checking you up, his thumb slowly tracing the outline of your lips

"Yeah, I think I got it all…"

You roll your eyes at the shit-eating grin he's sporting as he runs his tongue over his lips and freezes, his jaw going slack

"Why am I tasting vanilla? Are you tasting vanilla?"

You try to give him an answer, but before being able to say a word, his lips are back on yours and he is kissing you hard and long, his hold remaining as firm as before

"Alright, lovebirds - go get a room before I cite you for public indecency!"

Upon hearing Captain Price, your combat instincts kick back in and you manage to push Gaz off of you, switching position, so that you are atop him, pinning him to the ground

"Sorry, Captain! We'll go back to training!", you call out to him, offering him an apologetic smile which he accepts with a subtle nod.

"Next time you wear that lipstick, let a man know!"

"It screams you need someone to kiss it better"

[shadow4-1]

I'm just imagining being annoying as fuck and the boys decide to fuck with you back.

So they take turns throwing you around to each other. Like, at first you're squealing and flailing but eventually you realize they're not going to drop you and you just kind of give in to their strange punishment.

And, of course, Price chooses to walk into the rec room at that very moment. He just watches over his coffee cup as you're tossed around from Sergeant to Lieutenant to Sergeant.

He turns and leaves. He doesn't have time for this.