#cpt. john price

[god-complex-12]

Atychiphobia II

— Paring; Cpt. John Price x male reader. Fandom; Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II

Atychiphobia: (n.) fear of failure; fear of not being good enough

Quote; “When you repent, you make a promise to turn away from the sin… abandon it. But, Jonathan… you are my sin, and I am incapable of abandoning my love for you.”

Disclaimer; Mention of religion. Reader is an Angel. Religious based. Christianity. Talks of sinning. Reader is a fallen Angel. Descriptions of pain and blood. Not an accurate representation of Christianity. God is referred to as “father” and is depicted as slightly cruel. Kissing. Crying. Praying. Begging for forgiveness. Religious trauma. Tending to wounds. Reader is in the bath. John helps Y/N in the bath.

Word Count: 1.0k

Masterlist; part I

A/N: Please note that I do not believe this is how God truly is, this is for the sake of entertainment purposes only.

John is speechless as he stares at the torn and bloodied skin of his comrade. It’s revolting. Though this is nowhere near the worst John has ever seen, what brings him to a shake is what used to be in its place. Wings? No, that couldn’t be possible. Y/N had never had wings. Heaven and hell existed? John isn’t sure if that was something he wished was confirmed. He’s damned. But so is Y/N. Damned because of him, perhaps.

John gently poured the disinfectant onto the massive wounds. Y/N shuddered and sobbed. He wasn’t used to pain. Suddenly he felt unmeasurably weak. He’s mortal. This wasn’t fair. Since when was love a sin? And why was the punishment so cruel? Y/N’s fists balled, and his jaw clenched.

“Relax.” John whispered in the softest voice his gruff voice could manage. “It’ll pass.” He gently washed the dry blood from Y/N’s back. The warm water stung horribly, making Y/N tremble more. He sobbed silently into his hands. John was overwhelmed, but he didn’t let that stop him from taking care of the now man in front of him.

John dried his hands off on the towel next to him. He heard Y/N begin to whisper as he opened the box of medical supplies next to him. He knew what he was doing. “Y/N, stop.” He said sternly. However, Y/N did not stop. He continued to whisper to himself like a mad man. Whispering what, both of them knew, was a prayer that would fall on deaf ears. “Shh,” John shushed, “please.” He ran his hand over Y/N’s bare shoulder, he gently pushed the fallen angel a bit forward to gain better access to his wounds.

Padding the area with a cloth, Y/N made a pained noise and began praying more vigorously. John dried the area, and he wrapped Y/N’s torso in plaster. “He forgives all,” John whispered, “but why not you?” He pulled the sobbing soldier back towards him.

“Because I can’t seem to make a change.” He wiped his useless tears, getting a handful of water and drawing his flushed face. His voice trembles, as does his body. “When you repent, you make a promise to turn away from the sin… abandon it. But, Jonathan… you are my sin, and I am incapable of abandoning my love for you.”

“Your holy position is more important than man’s attention, is it not?”

“No.” Y/N said firmly. “Not when that man is you. I am a disgrace for committing the blasphemous act of loving one more than my creator. Not only have I chosen man over God, but I have committed a sacrilege act in allowing lust to cloud my faith.”

“Lust?” John questioned. “Do you mean this is all just lust?”

Y/N’s eyes widened, and he spun around, water sloshing over the side of the tub. His wet hands grab John’s knee in an act of desperation. “No, no. This is love. I love you more than anything, and that is a problem. I am referring to the time we’ve gone farther than just touching hands. That was lust.”

“Was it?” John asked, his hand gently trailing up the side of the Fallen Angel’s neck, pushing around the wet strands of hair that clung to Y/N’s skin. “Because I didn’t sleep with you for the sake of your body.” He leaned closer. “I did it for the sake of love. The passion. I hold myself back, so when it happens, it feels even better.”

“That is why we are supposed to wait till marriage bonds us, though even then, Father would not be accepting of devious acts unless it is to reproduce… which I am unable to do either with man or woman.”

“This isn’t about his rules. This is about you and me. I don’t care about his incorrect judgment, and neither should you. His judgment only brought you immense pain. Should you still speak highly of a God who causes you only suffering?”

Y/N was stunned for a moment, stumbling to find the right words, but the pain, overwhelming reality, the closeness of their lips, it made his mind bug out. “I- He did not only cause me suffering. He has also given me life!” He sat on his knees. “If not for his orders, we would have never met!”

“Then why does he punish you when he was the one who caused us to love?” A silence engulfs them. Y/N is speechless, and he feels his breath quicken with each passing second. It’s all too much. His chest feels heavy, and he feels as though someone had covered his face with a pillow and watched him squirm around for a pocket of air. “Let us love without him, Y/N. Let me love you.”

“Okay,” Y/N whispered, almost inaudibly.

Suddenly, John’s lips find Y/N’s, leaning down in his seat as he kisses Y/N with a tenderness he’s never held before. John can help but keep leaning forward, if not for his own gear, he would just go ahead and get in the bath as well.

[voiddullahan]

today was... a day. but atleast I drew captain price???

[boringgothgamergirl]

BEGGING VS DEMANDING (😩 I take both idc)

[cntloup]

Fem!Reader

Price saves you from some creeps

Simon's version

thinking about Price taking you on a drive after he picks you up from some shady bar to keep your mind off the creeps.

when you called him in a panic, uncontrollable sobs and hiccups escaping you while you tried to explain what happened, he felt his blood boil with pure rage.

"I'm on my way, sweetheart." he said to you and he was there in about 10 minutes, then found your shaking figure hiding in the bathroom.

"Shh, baby. It's ok. You're safe now. I'm here." he coos softly in your ear while holding your trembling body in his arms.

he calls the lads to get in there and teach them a lesson while he takes care of you.

he'd be more than happy to do it himself, knocking their asses off for daring to touch his princess.

but he needs to take care of you. you're his priority. he has to take you away from there asap.

"Are you ok? Did they hurt you?" he asks, "I-I'm f-fine... I got in here to hide as quickly as I could." you respond through sobs and gasps for air.

"Good girl." he praises and kisses your forehead before placing a hand on your back to guide you to his car.

he takes you to your favorite places after roaming around the city for a while, "I'll take care of it, baby. Don't you worry about it one bit." he promises, his hand gently caressing your thigh, his touch warm and comforting.

he tells you funny stories and sings along to some old tunes and plays your favorite songs to distract you.

and when that gorgeous smile of yours finally returns, painting your beautiful face, he smiles proudly and reaches over to gently trace his fingers along your chin and jawbone, cooing softly "There's my girl!"

[temeyes]

someone on twt doodle requested a gazprice roleswap,,, but the idea was So Good that they're not doodle worthy LOL

[garfieldisbetterthanyou]

141 but little guys (dunno why it’s so blurry)

in order: gaz, soap, ghost, price

[skelnexswriting]

Always Come Back to You

Pairing | John Price x reader

Warnings: Fluff, Price coming home, Fem reader, civilian reader, slightly shorter story, no use of y/n.

Summary: After being away from home for months, price finally got some time off. He decides to surprise you, not telling you he’s coming.

A/n: Hope you enjoy!

Some relationships were hard. Especially when your lover was off someone across the country or even the world.

It was difficult rarely seeing John. Especially when the line of work he does is so dangerous. The thought of him being killed lingered in the back of your mind.

You knew he could take care of himself but you still couldn’t help to worry.

Communication was also hard since the both of you were busy. You having to work and him half the time fighting.

It was definitely hard, but the two of you made it work.

Little did you know, price was already on his way home. The task force was blessed with some time off after the recent mission.

Price was more than happy. The team even teased him about it.

…

After Laswell informed the 141 price practically jumped out his seat. Soap wad the first to tease gim

“Woah there price, excited to see the missus?”

“You have no idea sergeant. Now if you excuse me, ill be gathering my things.”

Before anyone could say anything price wad already out the room and across the hall.

…

He’d been waiting for something like this for a while. Its been about two months since he was home. He always felt guilty for leaving you alone for that long but he was also grateful for how well you always took it.

Price had to stop himself from calling you to tell you as he wanted to surprise you.

And now that he was only 20 minutes away from home was like a dream. He almost felt nervous like he was driving to take you on that first date all over again.

…

The drive to the house seemed faster than usual. (probably because he was speeding…) Once your shared house came into view he felt his heart swell.

This was home. He was actually home.

He quickly parked the car, trying to be as quiet as possible. He didn’t want to ruin the surprise just yet. He got to the door, slowly unlocking and opening it.

Soft music filled the house, along with a soft hum coming from your lips. The house was the same as when he left. Clean with the smell of you. He’d become so used to the loud, busy base he almost forgot how tranquil his actual home was.

He gently set down his bags and continued making his way into the home. You weren’t in the kitchen nor the living room. So he figured you were probably in your office.

And just as he figured there you were.

The sight before him took his breath away.

There you were in all your beauty. Hair lazily put out your face, with the exception of the front pieces. His shirt, much too large, swallowing your figure with some bright pajama pants to pull it all together.

He couldn’t be happier than right now. You could be covered in dirt and mud and you’d still be the loveliest woman he’s ever laid eyes on.

You had you back turned to him as you we’re tidying up a few things on the shelf.

John carefully creeped over, wrapping his arms around your waist once he did. He heard you gasp softly before you realized it was him and relaxed.

But suddenly you stepped away, seemingly realizing it was him!

“John!!”

You practically jumped in his arms, tightly wrapping your arms around his neck. In return he wrapped his arms around you, stuffing his face in your neck.

He was here with you. He was home.

You slightly pulled away, holding his face in your hands staring into those bright blue eyes that you fell in love with.

“I can’t believe it you here. You’re actually here.”

He gave you that soft smile you’ve always love. He put a hand over yours.

“ i’m all yours love. I get two months off.”

He saw the way your face practically lit up and it made his heart flutter. Instead of a reply, you connected your lips in a much needed kiss,

The way he carefully held you would’ve made you think you were made of glass.

The kiss wasn’t desperate or needy. It was love and adoration.

Moments like these made all the time away absolutely worth it. It was you and him. It was always gonna be you and him. And you wouldn’t want it any other way.

He pulled away resting his forehead against yours. Both your faces held smiles, basking in each others presence.

“I’m glad your back love”

“I’ll always come back to you.”

[adlerslittlefirecracker]

Alright COD enjoyers, let's talk facial hair...

[itsallgoodmann]

ONE NIGHT I PROMISE I WONT FUMBLE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

[141trash]

Thoughts I had about Captain John Price as a dad

i wrote this while keeping an entirely straight face because I was out with my parents :) and they put up with a lot, but I doubt they'd be able to come to terms with the fact that I am currently simping over pixels

-absolutely calls his kids (especially his daughters) Precious. Like they fall while learning to ride their bikes? "C'mon precious. What do we do if we fall? We wipe our tears and get back up to try again. That's my girl."

-Is proud of the good that he's done, but never ever wants his kid to follow in his footsteps by joining the military. He can't even consider the thought of his precious kids being out in the kind of danger he's been in

-wants to keep his kids as safe and innocent as possible because god damn he knows how shitty the world is. But he's a straight shooter. he won't bullshit his kids.

-Wants to be stern if they do something wrong, but just.. just look at them honey they're so god damn sweet. How can I punish that face? You're gonna have to be the stern parent.

-Him getting all up in arms when one of your kids comes home from school upset. literally almost breathing fire as you try to calm him down. You haven't even heard what was wrong so how can he fix it if he doesnt know what the problem is. you leave him huffing and puffing downstairs and go up to your kid's bedroom to see what happened

-will blush and secretly enjoy you teasingly calling him papa bear once the situation is resolved

[god-complex-12]

Atychiphobia

— Paring; Capt. John Price x male reader. Fandom; Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II

Atychiphobia: (n.) fear of failure; fear of not being good enough

Quote; “You’re perfect.” “Not anymore.”

Description; An Angel falling in love with a human is sinful is the face of judgment, and is to be dissipated. Disclaimer; Reader is an Angel. Religious based. Christianity. Talks of sinning. Reader is a fallen Angel. Descriptions of pain. Not an accurate representation of the religion. God is referred to as “Father”. Kissing. Tears. Praying. Begging for forgiveness. More of the reader’s relationship with God rather than the reader’s relationship with John. Religious trauma.

Word Count: 0.6k

Masterlist

Over the hundreds and hundreds of years Y/N has lived, he has never once thought he would find himself here. Y/N loved being a Guardian Angel. He found a passion for protecting those who deserve it, and that feeling of joy he got when his Father assigned him to a human was indescribable. It was no different when he was assigned Jonathan Price.

As the Angel slowly worked his way into the man’s life, over years of working with him. He found an attachment to the man, but brushed it off because he does that with every human. He finds himself in Task Force 141, second in command to Captain John Price. Though it wasn’t hard for the Angel to work himself up to that status and he could even surpass Jonathan, but he doesn’t need a high status. All Y/N needs is to watch over this man.

“Jonathan, you shouldn’t smoke so much.” Y/N said, placing a warm cup of tea onto his desk.

John’s eyes flickered to meet Y/N’s. “Why do you call me that?” He asked suddenly, putting out the cigar in the ashtray. “You’re the only person I know that calls me by my full name.”

Y/N smiled warmly and shrugged. “I’ve just grown accustomed to it.”

Then there was a brief silence. They stared at each other, almost longingly. John breaks away first with a deep breath. He straightens himself in his seat and grabs the cup. “Thank you, Y/N. For the tea.”

Y/N nodded. “Do you need any help?”

John paused, looking over at the paperwork. He knew he could finish it within an hour, but he wanted Y/N to stay.

It seemed with every passing second they grew closer. Accidental touches turned into purposeful ones. A tension growing with each glance stolen, begging to be snapped. Those late night meetings, turning into late night talks, turning into something more intimate.

Y/N’s hand holds the side of John’s neck as they kiss. The other kept him propped up on the desk. John is standing between Y/N’s legs, his hands on the Angel’s thighs. John pulls back only to whisper, “You’re perfect.”

Y/N hopes his Father will forgive him for this. He shook his head. “Not anymore..” He whispered back, but before John could respond, Y/N’s lips found his.

But in the face of judgment, his Father had no mercy. Y/N was dissipated from heaven the minute he got to report back. The Angel finds himself kneeled in his room with an unfathomable pain shooting from his back as his wings are ripped from his body completely. Even if it can’t be seen, it can be felt. He’s biting his own hand to muffle his screams as he writhes in pain. Blood soaks into his shirt and he finds himself clawing desperately to get off.

Y/N shakily pulls himself to his knees, resting his head on the side of his bed. He puts his hands together and whispers a prayer through his pained sob. He failed to notice his barrack door open.

“Y/N?” John asked, terrified by the bloodied sight before him. He rushed to Y/N’s side. “Y/N what happened?”

Y/N doesn’t respond as he continues to beg for forgiveness from a God who is doubtful to listen.

————

Part II

[feraltransboy]

My favorite things that make me happy stim:

Blähaj

2) Captain John price

3) Soap Mctavish

4) Wood burning lady

5) Top surgery

6) Trans memes

7) My dad calling me ‘son’

8) Gay ppl

9) Conner

10) Spiderman & Deadpool

[radiantblog-cod]

Price is a Smaragd

+no reposting+

Full HD without Watermark is here:

[loge2718]

He kinda looks like cpt. Price here 👀

[codpsychwardfare]

TWITTER IS SO FUCKING FUNNGYSYDYHDJENWNSMSHF

[konigsblog]

hair pulling - cpt. john price

your eyes foggy and eyelids heavy with your jaw slack and mouth hanging open. you're on your stomach, cheek pressed firmly against the mattress as john grips your hair tightly, pushing your face down against the bedsheets as he rocks his broad hips into you. your sopping wet pussy swallows his large size so well, taking each inch while you moan out and pant desperately, gripping the bedsheets as he continues to pound into your wet cunt.

“ain’t‘cha jus’ a pretty doll... made to take my’cock, hm?” he chuckles deeply, grunting gutturally as he pumps his wet and veiny dick into your tightening hole, while you pant heavily like a dumb dog in heat, your ass painful from being spanked repetitively. his grip is bound to leave indents and bruises on your hips, flesh and fat spilling from his fingers when he kneads your ass with his large and calloused hands, fucking deep into you and groaning loudly as he throws his head back.

you're already feeling so, so full, your ass sore and hips aching from his grip. you whimper when he tugs at your hair, forcing you to arch your back and look at him over your shoulder while he continues to fuck his meaty cock into your slick folds. he grips your jaw, forcing you to maintain eye contact with him as he chases his release, teasing you for coming undone on his lengthy cock, droplets of your sweet arousal dripping down his dick before he fucks his hot, white and milky cum into you, smacking against your cervix while he grinds his teeth together.