#mini mactavish verse

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Drunken boys

Pairing: you can kinda read it as Price x F!reader ( Aka Mini MacTavish) or just stand alone.

Summary: baby sitting three drunken boys isn't easy.

CRACK FIC warning lol. use of alcohol, mature theme. Thanks to @kaplerrr for the inspiration ( after hearing drunken antic of weird ppl outside her apartment in the early hours. It was a very interesting conversation. ) “masterlist” for Mini MacTavish expanded verse.

“Gaz  give me your jacket….  I am colllddddd.”

“You are Scottish, you don’t know what cold is.” Gaz slurred, trying to yank his jacket back.

“I am NOT Scottish… I am YOU NOW, KYLE GARRICK!!!! NOW GIVE ME THAT JACKET!!!” Soap spins around, avoiding Gaz’s attempt to fight for jacket.

“Johnny, you are NOT KYLE, Give him his jacket back,” You slap your brother on the head, and to your horror, Gaz pull your arms up, trying to bite it , “ KYLE What!!!!  DON’T BITE ME!!! Stop it!!” Trying to pull your arm back, Gaz look at you with a puppy look, and turned towards Soap and grabbed his arm and started to bite it instead.

“ KYLE GAZ GARRICK STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT STOP BITING MY BROTHER!!! SIMON come and help me!!!!” You shouted at Ghost, guessing he is still at least much more sober than these two men. 

Ghost frowned, looking at you with a super seriously look, before stepping towards you, holding up a beer bottle. “ LOOK, a free bottle of beer.”

“OH FAROUT not you too, its empty Simon!! Put it down, nonononono, dont drink it you don’t know where it’s been!!!!” 

“Scotland forever!!!! I want a Parrot!!!” 

“ you are NOT getting a Parrot you bampot!!! And stop with your patriotism, it’s one in the morning on a British street, keep your mouth shut!!!” 

Turning towards Price, who’s been looking on with amusement. “Help me out here??” You pleaded helplessly, with tears in your eyes.

“ …. .and you still want kids? Looks like we have instant three boys already, we can just adopt them, straight into the adult stage."

“About that….” You twiddle your thumb.

Price wishes he should have drank more Scotch that night after you dropped him the bombshell. 

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Pictures of you

Pairing : John “ Soap ” MacTavish x F!Reader Side of Simon "Ghost" Riley x Mini MacTavish

Summary : The hallway of MacTavish house is dotted with family photos. But there is one that is your favourite. Part 2 of Hello There

This is following the Ghost timeline of the Mini Verse.

Part of “ Mini MacTavish verse” , The character is really flatmate of Mini which I gave her the name “Emma” in other fic, but here you can place any name you want here in this fic.

Warning : M rated, passing hint of smut time, flirting. Swearing.

Character of Mini MacTavish is from @saltofmercury fic  “The Favorite MacTavish” ” which she graciously let me borrow and write bit more expanded universe. Please go read her wonderful story to get bit of background

 “masterlist” for more prequel to this Mini MacTavish expanded 

“What ye doing still up bonnie?” You jumped a bit when you heard the husky voice of Johnny from top of the staircase. His strong Scottish accent seeping through with his half asleep mind. 

“Johnny, you scared me.” Putting your hand over your chest, trying to calm your rapid beating heart. If you were half sleepy before from pacing up and down the corridor, now you are sure you are fully awake from his unexpected appearance. “Sorry. I heard noises so I thought I should check up on you. But you weren’t in your room.” he apologises as he slowly makes his way down the staircase. “I couldn’t sleep.” Stifling a yawn as you reply, Soap chuckled. “Doesn’t look like it.” Your body was tired, but mentally you were still running high from all the residue excitement from Simon and Mini’s wedding. 

While the rest of the Riley family stayed on bit longer at the MacTavish farm for extended holiday, you and Soap had returned to London for work. “Have fun with Johnny!!” Mini winked at you as they sent you off at the airport. That’s when it hit you, for the first time ever, you and Soap will be alone in the house. Without the Mini and Simon hovering around, or having to babysit the Twins. Just the two of you.

He had volunteered to travel back with you when you were helping Mini to organise the wedding and everyone’s flight.

“My duty as the best man is to make sure the maid of honour makes it back home safely.” He winks at you with one of his signature cheeky smiles.

You can see his figure a bit more clearly as he tries to walk around all the packing boxes scattered along the corridor. Mini and Simon had found a new house nearby to move into after the wedding. You decided it might be time for you to move out as well. You don’t want to overstay your welcome. Besides, the reason why you moved in was to help out looking after the twins when Mini and Simon were going through the period of rift before reconciliation. What you didn’t expect as Soap was almost half pleading and half jokingly asking you to stay.

“Who is going to clean and look after the house for me while I am away on duty?” He pouted

You shot him an unimpressive look. “Get a cleaner.” 

“Please bonnie. You know how I am with someone I don’t know snooping around the house.” grasping both of your shoulders with his callous hand, desperation sipping through his voice. All the while Mini looked on with a hint of amusement. You turned to face your friend, she just shrugged, letting you make the final decision. In the end you decided to stay on. You just couldn’t resist those damn baby blue eyes. Pleading you like a poor kicked puppy.You didn’t understand why he was so eager for you to stay on. Even promising you the free rent offer before Mini and you first move in still stands. 

After his admission during the wedding? Everything becomes clear. 

This man is absolutely besotted with you. 

Your face starts burning when you realise he is topless and only wearing his lounge pants. You swallowed hard. Get a grip!! You try to tell yourself. It’s not the first time you saw him half naked. You have seen him topless so many times. And each time you cannot stop yourself from ogling at his beautiful chisel chest and abdomen muscles. The corded arms that have circled your waist when you two were sharing the dance with the newly wedded couple. “So you just walk up and down the hallway when you can’t sleep?” Soap mused.

“Trying to tire myself out. Besides, I am looking at the photos.”

Photos you pass by everyday. The hallway is dotted with MacTavish family photos. From photos of Mini and a Pre-teen Soap holding his baby sister for the first time, to Mini’s university graduation photos, first photos of the Riley twins when they were still in ICU. and hiding in the corner, the newly printed photo of Riley family. Simon reluctantly ( as Mini said, he was too shy to admit he was embarrassed) agreed to take a family photo. Mini showing her brilliant smile (MacTavish trait? You wondered. Noticing the similarity between the two siblings when they smile.) The twins both had their hands reaching out towards the side, being distracted by their uncle Soap , trying to make them focus on the camera, and Simon, looking down at Mini, the softness he only shows when he is totally focused on his wife. You love looking at all these photos, the love of family. Give you that warm fuzzy feeling when you are feeling down or stressed and tired from work. Or missing your own family, who is living far away. 

and you always land your sight on the photos right at the end of the wall. Your favourite out of all. A photo of young John Campbell MacTavish.

In his SAS No.2 dress uniform, with the unusual serious expression. Piercing blue eyes as if he can see through you. 

Subconsciously, you have turned your head away from Soap, staring at the picture you had just thought of in your mind. Reaching out to touch the glass panel on the frame, pointing at the eyes.

“How did this happen?” 

“Badge of honour. Or you can say damn good luck from the first deployment.” He reaches out and guides your hand towards his left eyes. You can just feel the slight bump of the scar, but it has faded over time. 

Closing his eyes, you can feel him shiver slightly as you run your fingers delicately down the length of the scar.  “And this one?” you always notice the little tiny patch around his chin where the beard wouldn’t grow.

“Believe it or not. I have Mini to blame for that.” He chuckled. “Was teaching her how to use a combat knife, and I totally underestimated her swiftness, I dodge out of the way just in time.” Eyes drifting down towards his chest, towards the round bullet wound scar close to his heart.

“..... Was this …” hovering above it, not daring to touch it.  As if you are afraid it will provoke the wound. You remember the day you tried hard to comfort Mini, upon receiving the news Soap was critically injured and in coma.  From what she and Simon described later on, it was a damn miracle Soap managed to pull through. “Someone must have pulled his soul back into his ass that day.” Simon being Simon, showing the way he cares, with dry humour.

“Mini couldn’t stop crying that day.” You recalled. 

“Did you cry for me as well?” He leaned closer, with a slight smirk on his face. 

“You wish. I was more heart broken for Mini than for you.” You don’t want to stroke his ego. But in fact, other than feeling sad for your friend, you didn’t expect the news of his injury to hit you so hard. The moment you realise you have more feelings for him than just a crush. You care about him,a lot. Not just as your best friend’s brother. 

Sliding your hand lower towards his abdomen, there is a fresh looking scar, extending to the side of his waist. “Lass, if you go any lower than that. I am not sure if I can control myself.” He rested his head against your temple, voice dropped an octave, “ I promised you I will take you out for a date first before doing anything. And I intend to keep that promise.” 

You remembered what Mini first said about her brother. “My brother might be a man whore, but he is a very gentlemanly manwhore. He won’t make a move on you unless you say the word.” 

Oh the urge of having him right there and then was strong. And you gave into it.  Playing with the elastic waistband of his pants, you let out an airy reply into his ear, “What if I give you permission?” 

That opens a floodgate. He grabbed you by the waist, pulling you closer, you can already feel his hardened arousal as your body is flush against his. 

“You don’t know what you are getting yourself into.” “Oh I do know.”

You opened your eyes, looking at the unfamiliar bedsheet. That’s right, you are in Johnny’s bed. Naked, and sore. A very good,satisfying sore, you might add.

But his side of the bed is empty. Still residue of warmth to it, so he must have gotten up not long ago. Propping yourself up into a sitting position trying to recall details from last night after he hauled you over his shoulder like a sack of rice and carried you upstairs, full of purpose.

He made sure you are well satisfied before taking care of his own urge and need. You never had anyone else before that being so caring and thoughtful. They always focus on themselves first, not even concerned if you enjoyed it or not.  He treats you like a queen, pouring all his love into every touch and kisses he showered onto you. 

Creaking of the door pulls you back from the memory from the night before, you saw Soap pushing the door open with his butt, with a tray of food and coffee and tea in his hands. “Morning bonnie. Had a good sleep?” “Well if someone didn’t keep me up so much last night, I might have?” you stuck your tongue out with a cheeky reply. 

“I didn’t hear you complain about it.” Chuckling as he moves closer to the bed and sets the tray in your lap, before pulling out the little tray legs on the side and making sure it is steady before letting go.

“Breakfast in bed? What a great service!” your eyes went wide with choices of food in front of you. 

“Consider this as our first date? Even though we are doing it in the wrong order.” he smiled sheepishly.

“Hey. I don’t mind. I was the one that said yes.” patting the space beside you, he slides into bed with you and joins in.

“I don’t know what you feel like this morning.. So..” waving his hand gesturing towards the tray, “ Um, I got tea and coffee, some muffins, pancakes, fruits…oh, if you want cereal, I’ll go grab it from downstairs.” 

Is he flustering? Gone was that confident man from last night, now he’s a shy boy trying to impress his date with great effort. 

“Thank you Johnny.” You lean into his shoulder. You are quite touched with his thoughtfulness. You don’t want to admit it but you are falling for him even harder now.

“When are you leaving?” You asked while taking a sip of coffee. “Tonight.” putting his muffin on the tray, he smiled down at you sadly. The pang of sorrow hits you. 

Is this what Mini feels every time Simon leaves for work? How you hate that feeling. You don’t know how she endured it time and time again. You often see her sobbing silently, after putting the twins to bed, missing her love and not knowing when he will return. IF he will return.

Now you know how she feels.

“When will you be back?” you look down at the mug of coffee in your hand. Whispering. 

“Few months. Hey. hey, look at me."He lifts your head up gently by your chin, “ Don’t cry. I’ll keep in contact in between, ya?” you didn’t even realise you were crying until he started wiping your tears away with his thumb, caressing your cheek gently. Leaning down, giving you a soft kiss and leaning his head against yours, “Besides, I need to check up on you every now and then to see the house has been burnt down.” 

You let out a sobbing laugh. Trust him to lighten up the atmosphere. “I think you will hear from Simon before you hear from me if I destroy the house. “

“Mmm true. That gossiper.” pulling away slightly, “Come on, eat up before it gets cold. I’ll take you to work later.” He nudges you gently.

As promised, he returned to you months later, slightly scratched but alive and well. 

You were standing at the doorway, with an open arm to welcome him home . He was so overwhelmed and caught up by your excitement, for the first time ever, apart from his own family, he had someone to come home to. 

He dropped his duffle bag down, grabbing your hand with his, and kneel down and blurted out his declaration of love and proposed to you.

You froze. 

So did he. Gaped-mouth. Looks like he didn’t expect himself to do that either. 

“I .. I am sorry bonnie. Ah. um. Dont worry about it.” Soap quickly stood up, face and ears totally red after seeing your shock expression. Taking your silence as a rejection he grabbed his bag, shoulders slumped and quickly pushed past you, trying to cover up his embarrassment.

You touch his arm to stop him.

“Yes.”  You took a breath in, repeating it in a louder voice. “ YES.” 

He spun around, dropping his bag again.

“YES. I will marry you , John Campbell MacTavish.” you repeated again with a firm and convicted tone. You want this. You know deep down he is the one for you. Sweeping you up into his arm with a loud cheer, you screamed loudly as he started spinning you around. 

“Let me down Johnny!!” you laughed. 

He set you down on the firm ground, but not before peppering you with kisses on your lips and cheek. 

“Thank you.” After calming down, he looks at you with his beautiful baby blue eyes, full of love and happiness, voice wavering with emotion.

Oh wait until Mini hears about this……

“So I heard you proposed unexpectedly.”

“Haud ya sheesh. It was planned.”

“English MacTavish. You didn’t have a ring so it was not planned”

“I said shut up. I want her to choose her own ring.”

“ Whatever you say….”

And the shit stirrer gossiper Ghost was quick at work. Everyone knew about it a day after both of them returned to the barrack. Gaz couldn’t stop poking fun at Soap. Price just look at his three pseudo-sons with amusement. 

Inspiration? This absolutely brilliant art by @beyondgoodandevil146, The OG Captain Soap MacTavish and Delicious Soap

And the song by The Last Goodnight  keeps going around in my brain. So… combine them together? Bam. 

Taglist : @kaplerrr @floral-force @homicidal-slvt

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Holding you

Pairing : John Price x F!Reader

Summary: After months apart from each other, nothing better than waking up with the love of your life, and helping him with his.... "little problem".

You can either read it as a standalone, or as part of my Mini MacTavish verse, continuation after Come back to me.

Warning: Explicit. Smut, slight angst.

I apologise for any inaccuracies describing military related stuff.

A/N : This was an extension of a little midnight drabble I wrote a while ago thanks to my midnight muse @a-small-writer-in-a-big-world. I hope you will enjoy this Price ramble.

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You slowly stirred awake as you feel someone gently caressing your cheek. 

Eyes fluttering open, you saw the beautiful blue eyes of your husband, gazing down at you lovingly.

"Morning love." He greeted you in his morning husky voice." Had a good sleep??

"Hmmm hmm." You close your eyes with a smile, snuggling closer to him, savouring his gentle touch. Oh how you have missed him. 

You haven’t seen each other for months. Seven months, fourteen days. But who's counting?

Apart from being absolute workaholics, fate seems to be determined to interfere with the two of you. From the tumultuous courtship, near death experiences, now trying to keep the marriage intact with so much time apart from each other.

When you are home from your deployment, he is already flying halfway across the world, ready for his next mission. When he arrived back in the UK, you were on your way to meet up with your team with KorTac.

Communication was hard. A little ten second voicemail in your inbox will be the last thing you heard from him for weeks. And a quick “I love you” text send out to him before going into a black op mission.

You will always find a little handwritten post-it note, with his worn shirt on the kitchen table when you come home between missions. John isn’t a man with many words, but you can still feel his emotions conveyed through the short sentences, how much he misses you, how much he loves you and wishing you were with him. 

Sometimes you will wake up from a nightmare, dreaming of Laswell showing up at your front door, with John’s dog tag and his personal belongings. One look at her face you knew what had happened.

You cried yourself to sleep every time, wearing his shirt, curling up, inhaling the faint residue cigar and gunpowder scent and trying to imagine his strong arm around you.

It was only two days ago you received a call from Laswell. Seeing her name showing up on your caller ID sends your mind into an endless spiral. She never calls you unless it was for any urgent business. Or an emergency. Or something has happened to one of the men. Or…. 

You always wake up right before she opens her mouth and delivers the bad news,silent scream that is stuck in your throat, heart pounding, tears streaming down your face,panic sets in until you realise you are in your own cot, in the middle of a shared tent on a mission.

Horangi and König will always know what happened the next day, with your red rimmed and dark baggy eyes.  None of them are the type that will give you verbal comfort, but a bag of Korean snacks which you mentioned once that was your favourite and a little tin of handmade sweets will appear on your cot at the end of the day.

You always smile at their thoughtfulness. 

“Are you going to pick up that call?” Horangi looking over your shoulder, “ Laswell? Must be important.”

Flexing your hand, you shook your head, trying to dispel the negative thought that was muddling your brain before nodding. 

Answering with a wavering voice, grabbing tight to the wedding ring underneath your shirt that is chained together with your dog tag, expecting the worst.

You must have sounded more distraught than expected, “John is fine. I am just letting you know the men are on their way back, they should land by late afternoon.“ She reassured you immediately. 

“Go. Just submit the report by this weekend.” König pushed you out of the office as soon as he overheard the conversation. He knew how anxious you were to get back home. 

You took the first flight you can get your hand on to the UK, drove straight from the airport to the base at Credenhill, despite your own weariness, you want to be there to greet your husband as soon as he lands.

Pulling into the car park of the base, you caught a glimpse of the helicopter coming into landing. 

You don’t know how long the two of you have been standing there for, until the other men came over and gave you a slight pat on the back, interrupting the reunion.

The guard at the gate recognises you and you run towards the landing pad as soon as they process and issue you with a visitor’s pass.

You felt your heart going to burst the moment you saw him walking out from the helo, finally being able to see him physically, safe and sound.

“JOHN!” you yelled out to him, catching his attention. Turning around, surprise was evident on his face as you barreled into his embrace. Grabbing tight onto his vest, you burst out crying. All the months contained worry, fear, doubts and longing emotions released all in one go. You heard John murmuring words of assurances into your ears, feeling of his slight unkempt beard caressing against your face as he peppers you with kisses,tightens his arm around you. 

Smiling sheepishly, leaving John’s embrace to give each of the men a tight hug, glad all of them made it back in one piece. 

“We know how much you miss the Captain. Don’t break the bed from too much fun tonight!!!” Gaz teased as they waved goodbye to you and John. He rolled his eyes while your face was burning up like a furnace, from the embarrassment and thinking what was to come that night. 

A soft kiss on the lip, bringing you back from reverie, John adjusted himself slightly, sliding his hand down towards your breast and thigh." Well, since you are awake.... "giving you another kiss, this time with more passion and sliding his tongue into your mouth, before breaking apart, "I think you should help me with my... little problem down here. " he grinds against you as he emphasises  the word  little problem. 

You let out a chuckle, teasing him,“ Last night wasn’t enough for you??” 

“I will never get enough from my beautiful wife.” His voice dripping with both sincerity and need. 

He slowly trails his kisses down your neck towards your chest, pausing to caress the bites and bruises that are spread all over your neck and shoulder. 

“… sore?” Murmuring with a hint of guilt in his voice, regretting being rough on you the previous night.

You never seen him so needy and rough before, releasing all the frustration, the pent up energy of not being able to see you, to be there with you physically and emotionally for such a long time.  He made you cum twice before reaching the bedroom, and the countless times during the night you begged him again and again to reassure you he is there, in your arm, limbs intertwine with each others, not just some figment of imagination and dreams you wake up again and again from, to an empty cold bed.

Shaking your head as you card your finger through his messy morning hair,drifting down to his beard, smiling with silent reassurance for him to continue on.

Kneading and sucking each of the breasts with the utmost care, making sure he isn’t causing more pain. You let out a contented sigh as he slowly pushes your legs apart, running his tongue languidly across your already damp slit. 

‘John… Love…” grabbing onto the bed sheet, pleading with him to give you more, to quench that fire he is stirring up within. 

“Patience. I want to just enjoy…” lapping up more of your wetness that is sipping out between your slit, “tasting you. Feeling you.” His eyes shifted up to meet with you for a moment, “ Loving you.”

You sucked in a big breath of air at his words, holding back a sob. All you can think of is how lucky you are, to have such a wonderful man, who cherishes you, accepting and putting up with all your faults, ( as the 141 men once mentioned Price was probably the only one that can hold you back on a leash to contain your recklessness.) always aims to please you, putting your needs before his. 

In a dazed post orgasm mind, you see him crawling back up towards you, stroking your face before positioning his already dripping hard cock and pushing into your still sensitive core.   

In contrast to the frantic sex the night before, peeling each other’s clothes off as soon as you pass through the threshold of the door, hands roaming everywhere, desperate for each other’s touch, how you want him to be inside you, filling that void you've been missing for the last few months. 

Now he is just taking his time to relish the short time together. Both of you know it won’t be too long before duty calls again, splitting the two of you apart. 

You don’t want to think that far. Pushing that thought to the back of your mind, you nudge his shoulder, for him to lean back so you can push yourself up, adjusting yourself to straddle him. 

You clench down hard as he hits you in a sweet spot in this new position, eliciting a moan from him. You smile lazily, rolling your hips, arms around his neck, one hand lightly caressing the nape of his neck, determined to return the favour, making sure he is enjoying it as much as you do. His hand wanders down towards your butt, grabbing both cheeks, pulling you close to him as he can.

You can feel him getting close as he rolls his head back, breathing starting to get erratic, his hip slamming up towards you, trying to chase the high.

“It’s ok love.. just let it go…I want to feel you inside me.. coat me with your hot cum, show you how much you love me…” You whispered into his ear, enticing him. Tipped over the edge with your words, he let out a loud groan as he filled you up inside. With a few more thrust from him as he rides out his orgasm, you bury your face into the crook of his neck, biting down hard on his shoulder,reaching your own high.  

“Ready to go again?? I don’t think my problem has been solved… with just one round”  He asked with his raspy voice as you felt his cock twitching inside you, getting hard again.  You laughed , and leaned in to give him a deep kiss before letting him lowering you back into the bed. 

You and Price didn't get out of bed until way past noon. 

If you are reading this as part of Mini MacTavish verse... Mini and Price are both absolute workaholics, spending more time away from each other than together until they both retire from front line. in my H/C, they never ended up having any kids. by choice or not by choice? you decide. But they are happily to shower their love on their nieces and nephews ( the little rascals Soap has produced lol ).

I apologise for bit of jumble of the smut part. I have no idea why every single time I start writing for Price x Reader, I am always in a slump depressive stage. but hey, I had bit of fun writing, I might revisit and tidy this up when I am in a better place mentally.

Tag :

@floral-force

@homicidal-slvt

@captainpriceslover

@a-small-writer-in-a-big-world

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Captain John Price

Little secret series:

Little secret. When Soap and Gaz found out something their captain been keeping a secret for a long time. and Ghost is a shit stirrer . This is part of the “Mini” MacTavish universe, but the reader isn’t “ Mini”.

Learning to let go  Price doesn’t want you to go on a mission, you two had a disagreement, and result? make or break.

A quiet moment  – John Price   Life, marriage and baby.

Coffee Break The workaholics having a midnight coffee break. and John drops a surprise. Thinking of you After a hard mission, Price has some time alone. Thinking about you, and his son. Trinkets Price loves you, but really doubt your taste in collecting things sometimes. post - a quiet moment fic. Presents 141 boys getting their early presents. Including a very surprised one for Price himself. Presents - part II Price find he really bad at hand-crafts. Surprising results from 141 men when they had a dab on soap-making. Presents - Part III Chameleon and Ghost bonding time…. over hand made soap.

Five times series:

Five Times Price x F!Reader (aka Mini MacTavish). Five times you met, four times you left. Four misses Four times you missed each other, one time you gave up. Three apologies Three times the apologies, triple the pain. Two regrets Twice the regret, twice the heartache. One Chance One chance, last chance. Zero Distance He is never going to let you go. Little swallow Falling out of helicopter is never fun.

Come back to me Sharing a pre-mission ritual and farewell with your husband before heading off into danger

Holding you Savouring the time together with your husband.

You are in trouble

Price should know he can’t hide anything from you. or be ready to endure your wrath.

Drabble :

Teddy Bear You bump into a handsome stranger while shopping. meet cute.

Teddy bear -2 A quiet home date with the handsome mutton chop.

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Come back to me.

Pairing : John Price x F!Reader ( Oc/Mini MacTavish)

summary: You share a pre-mission ritual and farewell with your husband before heading off into danger.

part of the Mini MacTavish verse.

After Little swallow

Warning: Mature. Age gap warning.

not Beta'ed. I am sick with pandemic virus. BAHHHH. brain not 100% ( it's never been 100%)

A/N : Inspired from @captainpriceslover post of Barry Sloane as Joe "Bear" Graves patting himself checking his gear.

“masterlist” for Mini MacTavish expanded verse.

“Got everything?”

Price opened his eyes, finding you standing in front of him, waiting.

You notice he always has this interesting pre mission ritual,  closing his eyes, mumbling to himself, patting up and down, making sure all the gears and equipment are in place.  

“I am not sure, why don’t you double check it for me?” he smirked.

“Gladly. Hmm. Got your boonie hat on. Can’t forget that.” Slowly from top of his head, down to his face, you gently caress his beard. “ You need to have a good trim when you come back.”

“I know love.”

Moving down towards his vest, taking extra care he has his emergency kits with him. Patting his side, silently ask him to turn around,

“Not going to check down there?”

“Hush. be patient.” You shushed him as you gave a light tap on his rear side. “ Happy?”

He chuckled. “That will be sufficient for the moment.” He turned around, pulling you as close to him as possible without making you uncomfortable with the vest. “ Until I come back.”

“You better make it back in one piece. Along with the boys.” You whispered as you lean in, resting your forehead against his.

“I will always come back to you.” He replied.

“There is no guarantee in that.” you murmured, with a hint of sorrow.

“I know, I know love.”

Taking his dog tag out from the pocket, you gave it a light kiss before putting it around his neck, tucking it safely under his top.

“Just hoping Nikolai won’t throw any of you out the halo this time round.”

“It’s hard to say. But a kiss from Lady Fortuna,” he pecked you on the mouth, “ I am sure we stay in this time.”

“Even Lady Fortuna nearly died from it.” You grumbled.

“Still holding grudges against him?”

“... No.”

Shaking his head before giving you a deep kiss, as if his life is dependent on it before pulling away.

“Ready for action, Captain Price?”

“Always, Doctor MacTavish.”

With that, both of you march out of the tent, switching into soldier and medic mode, ready for whatever the enemies throws at you.

This becomes a ritual for both of you before mission starts, if SAS/SpecGru had joint mission with KorTac until both of you retired from frontline.

and Price doesn't dare tell you how many near misses he had (aka Nikolai flying around like crazy) .

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A quiet moment - Lastochka

Pairing : Nikolai x F!Reader ( OC/Mini MacTavish) + Taskforce 141 + König

Summary: Little Anya getting all the love from her family.

Part I , Part II, Interlude,Part III,Part IV,Part V,Epilogue, Night

WARNING: Mature theme, talk of pregnancy, swearing, slight hint of sexy time

Thanks to @homicidal-slvt for planting ideas into my brain. this whole series is all for you :)

My usual thanking @saltofmercury, mother of Mini, for lending me the character :) Please go and check out her fics!

“masterlist” for Mini MacTavish expanded verse.

Nikolai can hear you groaning over the headset, in discomfort. But he couldn’t see what was happening. They are flying over a danger zone, he can’t afford to lose his concentration nor tear his eyes off from the sky, no matter how much he wants to turn around, and check up on you physically. He has noticed you haven’t really been yourself in the last month or so. Often wake up groggy, exhausted all day, and losing appetite. He is seriously starting to worry there might be something wrong with you. You are currently bending over, head in your hand and legs curled up in your seat, trying everything to distract yourself from the nauseating feeling that hits you in waves every time there is a slight turbulence, shaking the helicopter.

“Um… Uh, You ok??” König asked, trying to pat you on the back clumsily. Letting out another groan, you threw your headset to the side, curling up even further into your seat, into a foetus position. Slightly panicking, König reached into one of his side pouches, where he brought out a little tin container. Opening it up, he took out a piece of candied lemon ginger from there and stuffed it into your hand. “Ah, have this, I , um, get motion sickness sometimes, and um, this usually helps.” he stammered as he explains, encouraging you to put the candy into your mouth, hoping to give you a bit of relief. Turning your head slightly with watery eyes, you nodded your head, and quickly putting the candy into your mouth. Getting slight relief from the tanginess of the lemon and spiciness of the ginger, you turn onto your side, leaning your head against the back of the pilot seat. “Give me comfort to have my wife as close to me as possible.” Nikolai said once when you question why he always insists on you sitting right behind him. Now you are glad you have something to lean against, other than trying to lean against König, which you are sure the giant soldier probably will get a panic attack if you do that. With a shaky hand, you pointed to the med kit on the other side of the helicopter, mumbling something. König leaned closer and asked you to repeat.

‘.... ondansetron…..med kit… pass it to me please…” you said weakly. You knew you should have taken it this morning before boarding the flight.  But went against it because you didn’t want to fall asleep during the mission. 

Quickly unbuckle his seat belt, passing other soldiers as he stride over to grab the medication you needed, and pass it onto you. Breaking the foil and putting it under your tongue, try to let your mind wander, and think of everything else other than the breakfast and bile that is threatening to come back up, at the same time praying the anti-nausea medication will kick in ASAP.

König took his headset off, leaning closer, trying to be discreet, “Not trying to be nosy but um, my wife.. She had similar symptoms when she was… you know.” motioning with his large hand, indicating a large stomach. 

You feel like someone has dumped a bucketful of cold water over your head. Shit, you forgot that might be the possibility. But… you have a birth control implant. That’s when you realised, it has expired. For quite a while too. CRAP.

“I won’t tell anyone.” Fidgeting with his hand as he reassured you,you nodded your head with gratitude, thanking him for looking after you.  He pressed the small tin box with the candy into your hand. “Here have this, just in case um, you need it again.” Opening your eyes wide, you shook your head, trying to decline.

‘It’s ok. I can make more.” “You, you made this?” Gosh, that was a surprise.

Twiddling his thumb, he confessed, “I .. I like baking. And um, carving.” Your eyes brightened up. Two of you spend the rest of the flight discussing recipes, and exchanging your famous chocolate biscuit recipe for his Oma’s mouth watering apple strudel recipe. It was a welcoming distraction until the helicopter came to land.

Nikolai found you lying down across the seat, lazily waving goodbye to the soldiers as they departed for their mission. 

“Hey.” You greeted your husband with half closed eyes, the medication has finally kicked in, so has the side effect.

Frowning as he gently moves your head into his lap and caresses your face, “What’s going on little bird, I am seriously worrying about you lately.” “Nothing. Just getting a bit air sick.”Closing your eyes as you enjoy his loving touches, and trying to dismiss his concerns. Not wanting to fuss about you and letting him in on the news until you are a hundred percent sure. There is a chance maybe you ate something that doesn’t agree with you, or maybe you are getting a bit old, and motion sickness gets you easier now. But deep down, you are pretty certain the cause of the discomfort. “You never get motion sickness. At least not when I am piloting.” He puffed with pride. “I know how your brain works, little bird, tell me what is wrong.” He can always read your thoughts. When you are hiding something. When you are uncomfortable. When you pretend to be strong. “I really don’t know.” You are scared. Scared by his reaction to a possible new addition to the family? Or are you scared that after finally working your way back to active duty, you will be pushed back to sitting in the barrack again, that feeling of uselessness coming back to you again. Taking a deep breath and circling your arm around his waist, “Maybe it’s something I ate. I’ll get it checked out once we are back at the base.” 

“Promise me you will?” He gave you a look of warning. He knows you too well. You will put things off until the last minute or until necessary.

“Yes love. I will.” burying your face into his abs, taking in his scent, giving you some comfort. Not yet. Just to keep it to yourself a little bit longer..

“Positive?????” “Positive. Congratulations.” 

Chameleon passed you the pregnancy stick and blood test result. “Now you know what that means right?”

Your shoulders drop. Rubbing your forehead, you know you have to stop all active duty pretty much from now on. You are going to miss looking after the team from the frontline. 

“How did you do it?” You asked after staring at the piece of paper in front of you. Signing off another few documents,she replied,“ Well,I guess my situation is slightly different, I rarely get sent out, so it was easier for me. But.” passing the prescriptions to you, “You know how much John fusses over things, he was texting every hour, if they weren’t going dark,asking how I was feeling.” She sighed. 

You can just imagine the Captain hovering around his wife, nagging away like a mother hen. Letting out a snorting laugh, you took the documents from her. 

“Anyway, go get some rest. I’ll file the reports to the HR tomorrow. But it’s up to you to break the news to the boys now.” She smiled. You gave her a big hug before you left the infirmary, back to your shared room. You don’t know how long you have sat there for, zoning out, thinking of ways to break the news to the team. Or to your husband first. Also trying to fully come to terms with the situation, another big twist to your life. The two of you have briefly talked about the possibility of starting a family when you first got married. You were quite reluctant to jump into it after trying to recover from your ordeal, and Nikolai never mentioned anything again, and you assumed either he wasn’t too keen to bring up the subject or he had given up on the idea. You heard the soft click of the door unlocking, before seeing Nikolai stepping into the room. Calling out to him with a wavering voice, lips trembling, trying hard to contain the tears that are threatening to drop from your eyes. Those damn hormones are already wrecking your emotions, you thought. Why are you even crying???? It’s a happy occasion isn’t it? That self doubt starts to appear again. What if he gets angry at you? What if he doesn’t want the child at all? On that thought you bursted out crying. Nikolai immediately closes the door, taking a few steps forward and kneeling in front of you. “What’s the matter Lastochka, was it bad news from the doctor? Please tell me?” He gently wraps his larger hands around yours, encouraging you to talk. 

Trying very hard not to hyperventilate, you closed your eyes, taking a few deep breath before Letting out the news. “I .. I can’t be with you anymore….” you hiccuped. You feel his hand tighten around yours. Opening your eyes, you can see flashes of fear before staring at you with hardened eyes.  

Realising your mistake, you quickly explain, “ No. nono, that came out totally wrong.” you quickly pull back his already retracting hands, guiding it towards your now slightly showing bump. “I can’t go on missions with you boys anymore. Lady Fortuna is officially off active duty now.” you let out a weak chuckle. “ and you.” Patting his hand and softening your gaze at him, “Have to start learning to be a Papa.” He was still staring at you, you couldn’t figure out his emotion at all. You chewed on your lip, waiting anxiously for his reaction. Pulling one of his hands away, his eyes dropped down to your stomach, slowly caressing it as he started mumbling words in Russian. Your eyes fill up with tears again as you see him showing tenderness towards the unborn baby.

“...Boy or girl?” he whispered. Shaking your head. “I am not sure yet. I am going for the scan in a few days.” “How far along?” 

“I am guessing I am still in the first trimester….” You didn’t want to say, but you had a pretty good idea when this happened…. 

That night was the first time he showed his full possessiveness towards you. Filling you up again and again.“That Сука has tainted my beautiful Lastochka with their filthy hand…” “I have told you before, you will only crave for me, no one else.”

“My beautiful bird,sing for me again.. I know you can do it..” 

Your face starts burning when you think back to the night. “From that covert mission?” he chuckled. “We were.. Quite busy that night.” standing up, he moved himself to sit beside you, and pull you into his lap. 

“Thank you.” He whispered as he slowly and gently kisses you.

“For what?” you murmured.

“Carrying our child.” You chuckled. “Hey, you were part of the production as well.” you teased. “It’s only the start of the journey. We still have a long way to go.” Caressing your bump, he cooed, “Well, can’t wait to meet you, our little nestling.” 

“COME ON Anya, come to uncle Gaz!!!” “Nonono Anya, come to your REAL uncle here!!” 

“....... “ Ghost sits there, opening his arm, staring down at the baby without a word. “Ignore those .. What is the word, bampots? Come to Poppy Price.” Little Anya crawled forward, looking at each one of them, confused. She slowly moves towards Gaz, who is waving one of his latest crochet dolls at her, trying to lure the baby. Anya pouted a little, and looked at her Uncle Soap, currently flashing a brilliant smile at his niece. Anya hesitated, and eyed Ghost, and her eyes went wide with tears in her eyes, and started quickly crawling towards Price. “There there.. It’s ok.” Price cooed and patted the poor baby as she burst into tears, startled by Ghost’s balaclava. Ghost hung his head, shoulders down, feeling defeated. Gaz and Soap gave him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. “ Maybe lose the balaclava and just wear a face mask next time…” Gaz suggested. Stuffing one of the dolls into his hand, “Or maybe try this.” 

The four men were in quite a shock when you called them into Price’s office days after your discovery. 

Sliding the ultrasound picture onto the desk. All four of them stared at it, looking up to you, and back to the photo, and seconds later, Ghost, Gaz and Soap erupted into an argument over who is going to be the godfather to the baby, while Price rubbing his temple, irritated at their antics.

You shifted yourself off base towards the end of the pregnancy, getting ready for the birth.  Price helped you to find a place, close to the base, easy for you to go back and forth for work and visiting. 

The soldiers at the base also have secretly named Ghost Gaz and Soap “Cerberus” as there is always one of the men walking around with you all the time like a guard dog whenever Nikolai isn’t around to look after you.

Little Anya was definitely spoiled by his godfathers and uncles even before she was born.

König and his wife sent a baby gift in a huge crate. You found all sorts of things there. Blankets and winter clothes his wife has made, wooden toys and baby mobiles with aeroplane and helicopter hanging off it made by König. Even a rocking horse. You were really touched by the thoughtfulness of the couple, especially his wife, who you never met before.

This fired up Gaz’s competitiveness when he discovered all the clothing and toys König had sent. He came over one day with a huge bag, inside was all the crocheted dolls of everyone.

Price with his signature boonie hat and little cigar in his mouth, Soap with his mohawk, Gaz with his Union Jack cap, Nikolai and his aviator and headset, and there is you too, in a little combat gear. Konig in his hood and gears. He even asked for photos of your parents crocheting new doll figures afterwards too. 

“You made all these?????” Your jaws drop as he keeps bringing over new knitted items. Now you know where all your previous birthday and holiday gifts came from, you always wondered how everything fits you perfectly with all the unique patterns. Gaz has really surprised you with his unexpected handcraft skills. Soap and Ghost practically decorated the whole nursery full of stuff from the cot and changing tables and the dressers and any supplies you can name? They bought it all.

“.... Boys, you realise you have bought a half room full of nappies that I possibly wouldn’t ever finish using?”

“Hey, they did say newborns pop a lot, better to be ready than sorry.” Soap shrugged his shoulders. “And my niece deserves the best. Doesn’t she??” he bent down and started talking in a baby voice to your very ballooned up stomach. You can see Ghost nodding in agreement behind Soap. 

Price and Chameleon, being experienced parents to two adult kids, provided you with tips and guidance when you needed the most. Especially Chameleon, she knew the hardship of being a soldier’s wife, looking after the children alone. She was there when your water broke, to calm you down when you were crying and worrying Nikolai and the men wouldn’t make it back in time to witness the birth of the baby.

Anya MacTavish ( Nikolai and you decided she would take on your surname, as it was dangerous for Nikolai’s true name and identity to be attached to the child ) was born a healthy baby, inheriting her father’s more calming nature, making minimal fuss when she landed in this world. 

Nikolai tries to be there for the two of you as much as he can. Between assisting the SAS and running the mercenary group, he is a busy man. His heart often drops every time when he comes home, his daughter will clutch onto you, in fear and looking at him as if he is a stranger. It breaks his heart. He decided he needs to start pulling back, spreading his workload to his second in command and spending more time with his family. 

Ghost looked down at the doll he was holding, thought hard for a second, before he went ahead and removed his balaclava. You have only seen once or twice in rare circumstances the real face of Simon, but you didn’t expect him to remove the face covering just for your daughter. Hiding her face in the crook of her Poppy Price’s neck, she turned her face slightly as Simon tried to call out to her, waving awkwardly the little doll of himself. She looks at him, eyes going wide again, trying to make sense of who this “ new person “ is, before reaching out for the doll, Price slowly passes Anya over to Simon, while she is distracted. She let out a little yawn as she fiddled around with the doll, eyes fluttering and fell asleep snuggling in Simon’s arm. Everyone smiled at the scene in front of them.

You can see mixed emotion in Simon’s eyes. Happy that both him and Anya are slowly getting comfortable with one another. Your brother-in-arms deserves every bit of happiness after all the trauma he went through with his life, and maybe his goddaughter will bring him that tiny bit of joy. You gave Nikolai a nudge, reminding him to guide Simon upstairs towards the nursery to put the baby down in the cot to sleep.

“Still sleeping?” Nikolai asked in a hushed voice, as he came up and checked his little princess after all the men had returned to the base. Peering over the cot, he can see she’s holding on tight to the Ghost doll in her arm, while sucking on her thumb as she sleeps.

“Sleeping like a log. Nothing is phasing her even if the ceiling collapses.” You are fortunate Anya has been a very easy baby, sleeping through the night most of the time. A very deep sleeper too. “Just like her mother.” “Hey, I do wake up when I sense danger.” You pouted, referring to the safe house incident where you didn’t even realise Soap and Gaz had entered the apartment.

Nikolai bent over and gave his little baby daughter a kiss on the cheek. Thinking back when he proposed to you. He thought he was lucky enough just to have you in his life, now he has a tiny little precious bird he will give all his life to protect her from all the evil of the world. Letting out a yawn. Exhausted from entertaining the guests you were ready to sleep.  You let out a little yelp as Nikolai scoop you up into a bridal carry. “Time for bed for the big princess.” Kissing you lightly on your forehead, carrying you back towards the bedroom. Ideas pop up in his head. Maybe another baby wouldn’t be such a bad idea…

141 boys often volunteer for babysitting duty.  They were a constant presence in their goddaughter’s life growing up. There is also the constant battle of “ who is Anya’s favourite” going on between the men.

When Anya got married, she insisted her Papa and all her uncles and Poppy walk her down the aisle. 

Anya often changes which doll she is in favour of, one week might be Ghost, next week might be Gaz, or hugging both Price and Soap’s doll to sleep at same time. You tease Price and Chameleon if they are getting clucky again, or they are wishing for a grandkid, Price paled thinking about his little Grace being married so young. You tried out König’s recipe of Apple strudel. And it is heavenly delicious. It became one of Nikolai and Anya’s favourite desserts. 

Yes, thanks to  @siilvan , I am so inspired and might write another chapter in regard how Anya was produced *wink wink * what exactly happened the night of the covert mission (Let’s hope the muse of Smut will inspire me bit more this time )

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Rodolfo "Rudy” Parra

Love at first sight  Has spring finally came for Rudy? Love at first sight - 2 Alejandro the wingman. Love at first sight-3 The realisation, the denial, realisation and heartache. Love at first sight -4 Unintentional exposures. leading to embarrassments. Love at first sight 5 You made up your mind. But the universe isn’t kind to you or Rudy.

Love at first sight 6 Finally letting your feelings known.

Love at first sight - Epilogue Two love birds finally got together. To the relief of everyone. Love at first sight - life and death Life doesn't always play a fair game. Love at first sight - life and death 2

Love at first sight - What if? What if you were the one that fell head over heel for Rudy first?

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Presents - Part III

Pairing :  Simon Ghost Riley + Platonic F!reader ( Chameleon)

John Price x f!reader. (Reader is medic , call sign : Chameleon )

Simon ghost Riley x Mini MacTavish

Rating : Mature content.

Summary: Ghost and Chameleon bonding over hand made soap.

Sequel to Presents and Presents - part II

Slight crack-ish fun :) not beta’d.

This is part of the “Mini” MacTavish universe within the Simon route.

Continuation of Little secret series.

Thanks for @captainpriceslover for her inspiration for the fic Trinkets, this is kind of continuation from that fic too.

“masterlist” for prequel to this Mini MacTavish expanded verse.

“Why are you holding a heavy box?” Ghost is currently staring down at you, with a box in his hand.

“What are you doing here?” Similarly, you are staring up at him, with a box in your hand too. 

“Give that to me. Price will kill me if he sees you carrying that box and I am not helping.” Simon grumbled at you. “Why are you on tonight shift anyway, you shouldn’t be doing night shift in your condition.”

You sighed, “Not you too. I am pregnant, not sick or anything Simon. I already had this argument with John.”

“You are just as stubborn as Mini.”

“And Mini said you are overprotective.”

“Well can you blame me?” Ghost let out a sigh. He definitely has a slight fear around pregnant women, thinking they are ready to snap or blown away by the wind. 

You can just imagine Ghost having a very similar argument with Mini a few months ago when she rang you one day and letting out frustration that Ghost was pestering her to stop working when he found out she’s pregnant.

“He is just being so.. Overprotective!!!” Mini sniffed while talking to you on the phone. “I worked right up till the end.. Well, right until I fainted, but I was fine before that! And I was carrying twins..”sniffing again,” I wish he can just trust me to do things myself.”“I know… John was like for a while when I had Kyle… and look, he nearly lost you the first time round, can’t blame that man for being so paranoid, right? Just talk to him about it.”

And a few weeks later, you found out you are expecting the totally unexpected, second Price baby. And it was your turn to complain to Mini about your husband. 

Since Price found out you were pregnant with the second baby, and the accidental reveal of you and Price’s relationship to the whole barrack, he started to follow you around like your shadow. Going to the supply room? He’s there behind you, ready to carry the box for you. Going to the mess hall for meals? He will be steering you to sit down, make sure you are comfortable before fetching the food for you. Any soldier who has been careless walking along the corridor and bumping into you? He will be growling at them like an angry dog. 

“I am FINE John, go back to your office! I am more than capable of going around the base by myself!”

“Did you forget what happened when you were carrying Kyle?” Giving you a pointed look, blinking away as he reminded you. 

Pressing your lips together, you indeed remember how you overworked yourself in the first trimester while carrying your son, and you ended up in the hospital while Price was away on deployment. 

“ I am looking after myself darling. I am eating on time, resting when I am supposed to.Thanks to you. Also,” You turn around, facing your husband, while grabbing his hand and guiding it towards your growing bump. “The bub is a strong one, she won’t wither like her mother does.”

“SHE?” Price’s eyes grew bigger.

“Did I not tell you the sex of the baby?”

Oh, big mistake. Now he is following you around even more like super glue. 

Back to the present, you cock an eyebrow and questioned Simon again,”What are you doing walking around the base at two in the morning as well.”

“... Doing the same thing as you.” 

You had your fair suspicion when you heard whispered from soldiers that the bathroom had been filled with nice looking hand soaps lately. That’s strange. You thought . I haven’t had time to make new batches and put them out for a few weeks. And you usually only put it in the female bathrooms too…. 

Now you know who the mystery person is.

“Which bathroom have you filled already?” he asked after a brief silence. You pointed back towards where you came from.

“ Downstairs. And half of this floor already. You?”

“... opposite direction of yours.”

“Are you going to follow me?” you ask with surprise as he turns around, now carrying your box, waiting for you to move.

“Like I said, I can’t let you carry this heavy box all by yourself.”

Now walking towards the next bathroom on the level, “ So, Mini and the twins made the soap? Why are you bringing it to the base?”

“.... Actually I made most of these.”

You stopped and looked at him. “ Did Mini drag you into it?” 

“I helped her at the beginning. Can’t let her touch all the dangerous chemicals. And.. it was…. Quite.. interesting. Accidently made too many.” he turned away, you can see a slight blush underneath his mask. 

You let out a quiet laugh. Who knows infamous Ghost’s new hobby is soap making? Like Gaz with his knitting, the boys needed some hobby outside anything military related to keep their mind at ease. At least you know the Christmas present you gave to Mini the year before was put to good use.

You can just imagine Ghost in an apron, with a pregnant Mini trying to instruct him what to mix and what to put into the bowl, while the twins observe from the side, eagerly.

You let out a snorting laugh while Ghost gave you a look, but said nothing. 

Stopped outside the bathroom, you took a few blocks of soap out of the box, and proceeded to place a few inside the bathroom.

Two of you proceed to dish out all the soap until your box is empty.

“Thank you Simon.”

“No worries. You better get back to the infirmary and have some rest. I wouldn’t tell Captain about this.” 

You pat him on the back. “Go and finish dishing out your soap too. Have a goodnight.”

He gave you a wave as he turned and finished his mission. 

You realised later, this is the first time you and Simon had a long-ish casual conversation without anyone else around, even though you had known him as John’s subordinate officer and personal friend for over ten plus years. First time for everything. 

“Love. Do you know anything about the soap that keeps popping up in the bathroom?”  Price asked you a few weeks later, while sipping on coffee, giving the knowing look.

“.... NOPE. I can’t just waddle into the men's bathroom, you know.”

“You tried once..” he mumbled. “ JONATHAN PRICE. SHUT UP.” You warned, face burning.

Quickly turning his head, “Gaz?” 

“I only knit things, you know.”

“Soap?”

“Hey, contrary to my name, I don’t know how to make soap.” holding his hand up, denying. 

“..... Ghost?” 

He hand stopped, mid dunking his tea bags. “Negative sir.” and quickly walked away.

And rumour has it, if you go into the bathroom at two in the morning, you might see a tall ghostly figure, holding bars of soap, glaring at you. You might not even make it out of the bathroom alive. 

You gave birth to a chubby baby girl, Grace Evelyn Price few weeks later.

And Price started pestering Ghost about “how to protect your daughter away from possible pests.”

Aileen is happy she’s not the only girl in the rowdy boy group.

( I need to start drawing and listing out all the kids name and family tree for each of the Mini Route soon.. I can't keep up with their names and ages lol )

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Presents - part II

Pairing :  John Price x f!reader. (Reader is medic , call sign : Chameleon )

Summary: second part to Presents. Price attempts to make soap for you, along with the 141 boys. interesting results followed.

Slight crack-ish fun :) not beta’d.

This is part of the “Mini” MacTavish universe, but the reader isn’t “ Mini”. Continuation of Little secret series. Thanks for @captainpriceslover for her inspiration for the fic Trinkets, this is kind of continuation from that fic too. you are forever my Price crack fic inspiration LOL.

“masterlist” for prequel to this Mini MacTavish expanded verse.

“Dad… you added too much water. It’s not going to trace again.” 

Price groaned in frustration.  He followed all the steps as prescribed! This is the third batch he had messed up. Sighing as he poured his failed batch into a plastic tub on the side and ready to start again. “You want me to do it Dad? Just pass me the ingredients.” Taking pity on his dad, Kyle gently nudges his dad over to one side, taking over the whisk and bowl. He didn’t quite expect his dad, who is perfect in everything, to be this bad in hand crafting related stuff. 

Everyone has gathered at Mini and Soap’s parent’s farm for their yearly get together. It has become a tradition for the Task force 141 families to stay a few days up at the MacTavish farm for a few days, away from their chaotic life. 

Price came up to Ghost one day, begrudgingly asking him and Mini to help him to make some special birthday presents for you as a surprise. He knew you sent some soap making kits as Christmas presents to Mini the year before, since you are such a soap fanatic, he decided making handcrafted soap with his son, to give it to you would be the best. With you and Mini both expecting another baby on the way, Soap’s wife Emma has dragged you out for a bit of baby shopping as a distraction.This gives the group a good chance to get things done while you were out.

Price looked over to Ghost, who is pouring up his fifth batch into the mould with ease (is he humming under the mask??? ) while instructing the twins to bring more moulds over. “Simon. You done this before?” Price asked.

“.... Maybe.” Ghost replied quietly, without looking him in the eyes. 

“Gaz, be careful with that…you're going to overmix that. we are not having a competition here…” Mini warned. Gaz is currently stirring his mixture like crazy, both him and Soap getting into this competition of who can make up a batch fastest.  Mini turned around to her brother, a bit alarmed by what he was trying to add into the bowl,“ Johnny… what the hell are you adding in… “ Before she could stop her brother, a small explosion occurred. 

“JOHNNY. I’ll gie ye a skelpit lug if ye destory my keetchin!!” Froze in his track, Soap slowly turned around, seeing a very angry Mrs MacTavish glaring at him.

“HA, Ma is angry, you levy heid.” Mini smirked, turning towards the twins, “ kids, take your uncle out to play with your cousins. Make sure he doesn’t come back in here again.” 

The twins were happy to comply with their mother, dragging their uncle out towards the garden, where their grandpa and cousins are currently playing outside in the garden. 

“Gaz, you too. Finish off your batch and go knit with my Ma. She’s very keen to share with you the latest baby clothes pattern she found.”  Gaz pouted but complied with Mini’s command. 

The rest of the soap making session went without a hitch afterwards.

“Dad.” Kyle elbowed Price, trying to get his attention back, passing him some wrapping paper, “ Mum is going to be back soon, we better get this done fast.”

Popping the soap out from the mould, two of them carefully wrap the present up carefully, along with other presents the team families had passed onto Price before they left the farm.

“Boys! I am home!”  you called out from the front, waddling in with slight difficulties with few files under your arm. True workaholic like your husband, you want to get some loose ends and work to finish up before you go on maternity leave in a few weeks time. Price wanted to come with you ( as he is being an overprotective husband as always with your pregnancy. “ did you forget what happened when you were pregnant with Kyle??” he warned. ) you have shooed him off to follow you to the barrack, “John, I am only going to grab some files from the office, I am not going into the field! I will be fine, stay home and enjoy your time off.” “Mum!” your son ran up to you and gave you a hug. Hugging him back and ruffling his hair,

“Had a good time with Dad?” you asked. 

Nodding his head, he pulled you into the living room, “Come! We got surprises for you.” Surprises?? You raised your eyebrow, putting down your bags and kicking your shoes off, you followed Kyle into the living room.

You were surprised when you saw a pile of presents on the coffee table and a very sheepish looking Price standing beside it.

“Wha??” “Happy Birthday Love.” Birthday? Oh. That’s right, it is your birthday.  You totally forgot about it.

Price came up and gave you a hug and a kiss. “You forgot didn’t you?” he chuckled.

Blushing away, “as always.” You admitted. You never really put any emphasis on celebrating your own birthday, but Price, usually not a romantic person, never forgets about it, and will always do something to celebrate it, big or small. Leading you to sit down on the couch, Kyle excitingly passes you all the presents. You open them one by one, winter clothes and blankets knitted by Gaz and Mrs MacTavish, bottle of Vintage whisky from the MacTavish cellar from Mr MacTavish ( with note attached: "for after the baby of course.”)  and few crochet dolls for the new baby, fancy looking soap dispensers from the Simon and Mini, and hand made cards from the Riley Twins and MacTavish kids, Spa Vouchers from Soap and Emma. You were quite touched by the team families thoughtfulness. “Oh open that box mum!! Dad and I made these for you!” John made something? You look at him, Price looking very nervous, “Well, mostly Kyle. I wasn’t really good at making hand crafted stuff as I have realised.” you opened the box and unwrapped the heavy block of things inside, there were blocks of very nicely made Soaps in there. Even your favourite fragrances. “When did you two make this??”

“Remember when Emma dragged you out shopping when we were up at the farms? Everyone helped out.” 

Tears welled up in your eyes. You know everytime you buy new soaps and soap dispensers, Price will roll his eyes, “love, do we even have spaces in the cupboards for these?”,  but he will always bring back more soaps and dispensers for you when he comes back from trips and missions if he has time to search for them. Sobbing away you stood up and gave your son a big hug. “Don’t cry mum. I hope you like it??”

“Very much. Thank you.” wiping away your tears, you stood up and gave your husband a big kiss on the lip. 

“Happy Birthday love.” he pulled you in a tight hug. 

You have no words how much you love your husband and your adopted team family. 

Ghost secretly loves the soap-making process. The common bathroom at the barrack is suddenly full of hand-made soap Ghost and Chameleon made ( but no one knows where they came from. ) 

Gaz and Mrs MacTavish often share new knitting patterns they find with each other. 

Soap turns everything into explosives. Price…. Just not good at any hand-craft related stuff. Not even the simplest thing. 

Mini, Emma and Chameleon try to set Gaz up with someone (anyone) that will appreciate his amazing knitting and crocheting ability.

I actually made soaps myself few times, even for my wedding bomboniere. it was a lot of fun :) @tapioca-marzipan @floral-force ( mutton chop no.7 :P )

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Kyle “ Gaz ” Garrick

Miss Sunshine

1c. Miss Sunshine  How Mr Sunshine meets Miss Sunshine. 2c.Miss Sunflower  Gaz and you started long distance… friendship? 3c.Miss Starlight First date….? 4c.Miss Stardust What becomes of this broken friendship. 4.5c. Miss Moonlight Dodging Soap, proposal,wedding bell.

5c. Mr and Mrs Sunshine Your one big chaotic family.

A quiet moment - Kyle “Gaz” Garrick Photos, families, memories.

Christmas Love Gaz and you decided to host the Christmas gathering at your parent's farm this year, inviting all the taskforce members plus their new ladies.

Gaz Fest 2023

First time - Part 1 years of pinning, you find an excuse to get close to your best friend, Kyle.

First Time - Part 2 Well Kyle accept your proposed plan? Accidental meet cute What happens when your friend is trying to be a cupid behind your back?

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Feral

Pairing: König x  f!Reader (aka Mini MacTavish ) + Horangi.

Summary: Short drabble of Horangi telling you stories of your boyfriend’s daring deeds. Warning: Mature theme, swearing. Hint of smut towards the end. Minors DNI. You are responsible for your own media consumption. A/N : Seriously @saltofmercury is always inspiring me to write stuff for König. This is for you. Stemmed from the conversation of the short clip of him jumping out of the helicopter.. 

 “masterlist” for more stories to this Mini MacTavish expanded verse.

“ He did what???!!” “ Oh you should see him, I did tell him it’s not a good idea but he went ahead with it anyway.” Digging around for his mobile phone, Horangi searches through the albums to find a video. “ Ah, I know I have it in here. Hutch was right behind him and his body cam captured it..” he passed the phone to you and showed you the clip. Three of you sitting in the pub near your flat in London. König mentioned to you one day Horangi was coming to the UK for a visit, and he wanted to introduce him to his team mate.

You heard König mention that name a few times in passing conversation, and vaguely remember the time König got really drunk at the victory party at Credenhill he was the one who dragged König away afterwards.  You were quite happy König actually offered to introduce you to his friends and teammate, he has really made improvement lately. 

You gasped as you watched the clip of König, running down the length of the helicopter at full speed. WITH NO SAFETY ROPE ATTACHED. “ How… NO ROPE?!!!” You turned to your boyfriend with disbelief written all over your face. “It’s faster that way…” He shrunk into his seat a little, clearly embarrassed. One thing that always intrigues you is the stark contrast of personality between the König that you know, and the König that his team mate and your brothers described. “ Don’t let him fool you Mini, You should see him on the field, loud as mother fu…. “ “ JOHNNY” 

“Sorry sorry, anyway, let’s just say if it was a stealth mission, the whole enemy base would have heard him coming miles away.”  Even Ghost hummed in agreement. You watch the clips again, the confidence that he exuded, the cockyness, the way his butt .. NO, you are in a public place, you reminded yourself. Get your mind out of the gutter!

“ I don’t know how he actually made the jump, your boyfriend here could have been a pancake.” You shot a glare towards König, we need to have a talk about your recklessness.  He shrunk into his seat even further. “ OH I got another clip of him in action.." “ Are you even allowed to show me all these… classified stuff?” Horangi waved his hand in dismissal, “ Bah, I know your lips are tight. No puns intended there”

 “HORANGI!”  You blushed. König leaned over and smacked his friend on the shoulder.

After few more drinks, saying your goodbye to Horangi, with promises to meet up again, two of you slowly walk back towards your flat. “Horangi is funny. I like him.” “ He is a good man, very trustworthy.” “I am glad you have some friends that look out for you König” You lean your head on his arm. “ So, let’s talk about what you do on the field… “ “ Liebling…” 

“ You know I wouldn’t mind seeing a bit of battlefield König in the bedroom..” You teased as you opened the front door of your flat . König lowered his head, blushing hard. “ That König isn’t a nice person sometimes..” he whispered. Putting your hand bag down, you turn around and face him, reaching up and cradling his face gently. “I trust you König, just as you trust your teammate with your life. I know you won’t hurt me.” You reassure him. While tiptoeing up a bit to try and give him a kiss, he grabbed your chin and went in for a full french kiss.  You moaned into his mouth and slipped a hand under his shirt. He grabbed your wrist with his other hand, you opened your eyes and looked at him. Something is different, you can see feral in his eyes, that piercing look, You run your tongue along your lower lip, now this is going to be an interesting night… He lift you up with ease and throw you over his shoulder, you let out a laughing scream as he stride towards the bedroom, while you stare down at his backside. Yep. you definitely have a thing for your boyfriend’s butt.

ALLLLRight,  With every story I write, I always surprise myself with the ending.  But WHO can resist König and his butt and his package… and… ok ok,  ALL OF HIM??

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A quiet moment  – John Price 

Pairing :  John Price x f!reader.

Summary: Marriage, Baby and life. Fluff and domestic feels. 

This is part of the “Mini” MacTavish universe, but the reader isn’t “ Mini”. Continuation of Little secret and Learning to let go.

“masterlist” for prequel to this Mini MacTavish expanded verse.

Price knocked on the door gently, but there was no response.  Slowly he opens the door to the infirmary, finding you sleeping , curling up in the chair, head in a bizarre angle , in front of the desk. Piles of unfinished paperworks scattered on the side, laptop screen showing you were halfway through typing your report before you dozed off to sleep. The coffee he brought you this morning, untouched. Price is worried about you. You seem to be a bit off lately. Getting tired more easily, not sleeping well at all. Your appetite also changed. You were a big eater before, sometimes you can eat more than him. Now you tend to nibble on crackers and trail mixes, skipping main meals. 

He notices you tend to overwork yourself, no matter how much he nag you not to overexert. Your sense of duty and focus always overcomes your common sense of looking after yourself. 

You startled awake when Price touches your shoulder. “John?”

“ Love, you're gonna strain your neck if you sleep like that. .. and you are drooling.”

Wiping your mouth, embarrassed, “ I am not… and what are you doing here?” “ Wondering why my wife isn’t in bed with me.”

The two of you got married a few months ago after a long courtship. Both of you are pretty low key type of people, and none of you wanted a lavish wedding.: I have cut ties with my family,  you said to him once, and he doesn’t have any close family around anymore. So at the end, with your friends Doc and Ghost by the side as witnesses, Price and you got married in the registry office. The only other people who knew about the marriage was the HR team. 

“You are overworking yourself too much lately, are you sure you are Ok?”

“.... Never been better.” he can sense you are lying, hiding something from him. But he doesn’t press on. Until one day after he came back from a mission he couldn’t find you. Not in your shareroom, not in the infirmary, or anywhere on site. “Captain.”  Doc called out to him as they spotted Price storming down the corridor.  He takes a deep breath before turning around, trying not to show the panic that is slowly building up in his stomach. 

Doc looked left and right, making sure there were no other people in close proximity before they whispered, “She’s in hospital. Got sent there two days ago.”  Price threw a few words of gratitude over his shoulder as he turned around and rushed towards the address Doc provided.

“Oh hey darling, you are back.” You greet him lightly as you look up from your tablet, sitting in the hospital bed. 

How can you be so calm still while on a drip and looking so pale? Just as he was ready to launch another lecture, you seemed to be able to read his mind and interjected before he opened his mouth.

“ Before you tell me off…” you reach over to the side table, grabbing a little print out and handing it over to him. It’s a picture of an ultrasound.

“... John?” No reply. He pulled a chair in and sat down. Stunned. “Are you going to say something?” Voice wavered as your face crumbled a bit. He’s going to be a father. Something that he never thought of. Hell, he never expected to be married or even to be in a relationship with anyone years ago. And here he is,having the first glance of his future child. A soft smile grew on his face. He reached out and grabbed your hand. “Did you know?”

“... I had an inkling for a while.”

“ Why didn’t you tell me?”

“... I wanted to be sure first.” You look down at your finger, fidgeting away.” Plus, things have been so busy at work I… “ He sighed. “ You need to take better care of yourself. Not just for yourself,” He leans over and places his hand on your abdomen,” For the bub, and for me too. Please.” You nodded your head. After getting discharged from the hospital, you found out that you will no longer be staying on site at the base. John has signed a lease for a house nearby, more suitable for a growing family. What surprised you even more was, everything was moved and new furniture was already in place, even the nursery. Full of toys. “.... I might have gone a bit overboard.” Price admitted sheepishly. 

“We don’t even know if it's a boy or girl yet.” You chuckled. “ Hence why I bought both….” you rolled your eyes as he commented.” Plus it doesn’t matter. They can play with whatever they want.” He pulled you in from behind and rested his hand on your slightly growing stomach. “ Thought of the name for the bub yet?” You lean your head back into his neck. “ I was thinking of Grace for a girl… or Kyle if it’s a boy.” he kisses your head. “ I like that.” “ Well, little one, mummy and daddy can’t wait to meet you in a few months' time.”

“Sergeant Kyle Garrick reporting for duty, everyone calls me Gaz….. Something wrong Captain?”“No.. Nothing is wrong. You got a great name.”

“?????”

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Little secret.

Pairing: John Price x f!Reader + 141 boys.

Summary: When Soap and Gaz found out something their captain been keeping a secret for a long time. and Ghost is amused. This is part of the "Mini" MacTavish universe, but the reader isn't " Mini".

Warning: M rated, swearing. Before anyone starts the debate, the age gap between Reader and Price is not huge. All consenting adults here. Also the flash back event was from quite a few years ago. So don't come argue with me thanks. You are responsible for your own media consumption , minors DNI.

A/N: This is what I call, when you can't find food, you create your own food. There's so many angsty Price fics out there I want this man to be happy.....

Character of Mini MacTavish is from @saltofmercury fic “ “The Favorite MacTavish” ” which she graciously let me borrow and write bit more expanded universe. Please go read her wonderful story to get bit of background

 “masterlist” for more stories to this Mini MacTavish expanded verse.

" You met her before."

Soap and Gaz's mouth dropped open.

"When????"

"... At my wedding. His son was there too."

" OH WOW HOLD UP there's too much information to process here." Gaz push his seat back and holding both hands up.

Ghost, Soap and Gaz sitting in Price's office, waiting for him to come back for mission briefing. When the topic somehow turns to Price's love life.

" I never seen Price mention or seen anyone that he is interested in before." Soap mentioned

" .. You know he is married right?" Simon cuts in and drop the bombshell news.

" Not only at my wedding, you two seen her around the base few times too."

" WAIT WHAT??? how is that possible??"

The office door opens and Price came in with documents in his hand. Soap jump to the opportunity attacking Price with questions,

" HOW COME YOU NEVER TOLD US!?"

" Told you what?"

" That you are already married! and.. and have a child as well!"

Price throw the file onto his desk, eyeing Ghost silently, why did you tell them. Ghost just shrugged his shoulder and sip on his tea.

"I don't have to tell you every bits and pieces about my private life do I?" Price sigh.

" But.. "

" Shut up and let's start the meeting."

Price thought back to the day you two first met. Well, technically you seen him around the base few times, and when he comes into the infirmary, but you were never the ones to treat him, nor have you two ever interacted.

But secretly you always have eyes on him.

You were a rookie medic at that stage, and Price was already a big presence in SAS, you heard a lot of stories and his deeds on battlefield. People gossip about him, how he is still single is beyond everyone's believe.

"Bravo 6 to Watcher 1, I been compromised, taking fire."

" Roger, meet at the rendezvous point. Go!"

Price started running through the street, trying to throw off his chasers. Suddenly a pair of hand pulled him into the alley way and yank his head down into a kiss.

While still in shock he can faintly hear running footsteps getting closer.

"Don't turn around, They are heading the other way now but still too close." you whispered after breaking the kiss and quickly taking your scarf off and wrapping around his neck and remove his beanies.

".. Who are you." Price asked as he buried his face into the crook of neck. You shivered a bit when you feel his beard grazing against your skin.

" A rookie medic on holiday here."

" How do you know I am in danger."

" I saw Laswell before around the street, and you sitting in the cafe, put two and two together there must be a mission." You let out a breath. " They are gone now." You push him away a little. But he still kept his hold on you.

You were telling the truth. You are on your holiday in Amsterdam, visiting your high school friend who moved to Netherland after getting married. Today as your friend had something else on, you took the chance to do a bit of sightseeing yourself by strolling around the city. That's when you saw Laswell, trying to conceal herself by the street corner. She look at you and by instinct you knew she is here on business, not to compromise the mission you just kept walking.

Feeling cold, you saw a cafe further down the canal. Deciding to get a take away coffee so you can make yourself bit warmer, you spotted Price sitting just in the corner, turning his face away. You walked past him, order a cafe and went on your way.

A while later further down the street you vaguely hear the gunshot being fired, and Price running towards your direction. Without thinking you pulled him into the alley way and kissed him. You don't know why you did that.

" Bravo 6, do you copy."

" Watcher 1, I got extra package. Heading to rendezvous point now. "

" Sorry." You apologised.

Price sighed. " Let's get moving."

You got through the rest of your holiday without anymore drama. After you got back to the base, you couldn't forget the way he look at you after Laswell dropped you off in a safe spot before leaving. Price quietly thank you for your help, you can sense he wanted to say more, but stopped himself short.

You tell yourself he thinks nothing more of you other than a fellow soldier that helped him during the mission by pure chance.

.. Until he comes into the infirmary one day, with a dislocated shoulder.

You were the only one on duty. He wasn't surprised to see you, but you were. Bit flustered you ask him to sit down and check his injury.

"What were you doing??"

" Sparring with the new recruits."

" You should be more careful. Looks like an old recurrent injury too. You know how to pop it back yourself right?"

Price didn't respond. Even when you pop his shoulder back into the socket.

" .. Thank you." He quietly thanked your help again. just like he did in the car.

You wave him off. " Alright, don't do anything too strenuous for next few days. If any problem, come back to the med bay. "

Afterwards you often find him coming in with all sorts of injuries. very minor ones too. Your fellow medic starting to tease you;

"Our lovely Captain Price must have a crush on you. You should see his face last time when he came in while you were on leave. He look so disappointed that I was the one to treat him." They laughed.

" Don't be ridiculous." you scoffed. Price will never have feelings for you, a little rookie medic that isn't great on the battlefield and really contributes nothing on the grand scale, unlike them, heading out on counter terrorism missions, taking down cartels. But you do think it's odd he kept coming in for little things, as before he hardly turns up unless it's one of his fellow teammate escorting a.k.a force him to have some major injuries to be looked at.

One late evening, you were on night duty, while everyone else was either in bed or off on dates for Valentines day, you heard a knock on the door.

" Come in."

Price pop his head in , with two cups of coffee in hand.

" Oh. Um, Captain, what can I do for you? Are you hurt?"

" I am not disturbing you am I?" " No, I am just finish writing clinical notes from this morning. Come in. " He closed the door gently with his foot and approach the desk.

Putting the coffee down on the desk, he took a seat.

"Is that for me?" he nod his head once.

" Oh . thank you." You took a sip. Vienna style coffee. Just the way you like it.

He must have seen the surprise on your face. "... I asked your friend."

No wonder. You knew something was up when they begged you to swap the shift tonight. " Please... I got a date to go to! It's Valentines day.. and You got no plans that night right? sorry not trying to insult you. I promise I will return the favour next time if you need someone to change your shift...". Damn them , you cursed.

Face burning, you quietly sipping on the coffee.

"... are you free next weekend." He suddenly asked.

Raising eyebrow, " I can be.. Why?"

".... Can I take you out for dinner." he mumbled while hiding his face with the cup. You choked. IS he asking you out?

And the rest is history.

"So Captain , where does your.. wife work in the base?"

" None of your business."

" She's a medic in the infirmary." Ghost replied.

Price shot another death glance at Ghost.

" OHH, I must ask about her next time I go in. "

" Stay away from her you two. That's why I didn't want to tell people" he growled.

Ghost is secretly a shit stirrer. Mini gave him a gag gift one year that says " keep calm drink tea " for his ability to shit stir and watch the chaos unfold as he drinks tea.

Thank you for reading!!!

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Love at first sight

Pairing: Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra x F!reader ( aka Mini MacTavish)

Summary: Has spring finally came for Rudy? Part I, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5,Part 6,Epilogue

Warning: none apart from Scottish swear words? T-M rating.

Rudy's turn to get some Mini love!!! :) like Gaz, he is sooooo underrated.

My usual thanking @saltofmercury, mother of Mini, for lending me the character :) Please go and check out her fics!

“masterlist” for Mini MacTavish expanded verse.

Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra thinks he is in love as soon as his eyes land on you.

You look so out of place, a beauty that doesn’t belong in this chaos and bloodshed. Your charming smile as you introduce yourself to the head of the medical team, the little frown as you concentrate and take in whatever information they were updating you.

The cute quizzical look and tilt of your head, repeating whatever words the soldier was trying to tell you.

Your face was beaming with joy as soon as you saw the Task Force 141 men exiting the helicopter,  you must be close with them, he thought. Running straight to the men and greeting each of them with a hug, his heart dropped when he saw the special greeting you gave to Sergeant Soap. Lifting you up with a bear hug, Soap laughed and gave you kisses on the cheek as you hit his shoulder playfully. Disappointment hit hard. You belong to Soap, he realised. You have already been spoken for. 

“... Rudy… Rudy, are you listening??”   Alejandro’s question brought his attention back. “Sorry brother, I was distracted.” 

Alejandro gave Rudy a pointed look. “It’s unlike you being distracted so easily.” He followed Rudy’s sight as he subconsciously turned his attention back to you again. Raising his eyebrow when he realise who Rudy was admiring,

“Ah, I see you have spotted Task Force 141’s new medic. Dr. MacTavish!” Alejandro called out to you. OH gosh, you and Soap are married too? Rudy felt even more ashamed lusting over his fellow brother in arm’s wife. 

“Colonel Vargas.” You nodded your head after jogging over to greet the man. 

“Doctor. Long time no see. I hope you are well.” Turn to slap Rudy on the back, pushing him forward, “May I introduce you to my second in command, Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra. He was away on a mission last time when you arrived last.” Alejandro flashed Rudy a scheming smile as he introduced him. 

Rudy was confused. Why is Alejandro encouraging him? Extending his hand to you while mumbling a greeting. You held out your hand to return the shake with a shy smile as you gave out your name.

“Just call me Mini. Dr MacTavish sounds stiff and stuffy. Plus,” pointing with your thumb, towards the Task force 141 men, “I feel like I already know you. My brother and the boys told me stories of your bravery trying to break Colonel out of captivity.” 

Brother? You are sister to one of the men? Clogs turning in his brain. Can’t be Ghost, his family all died.  Price? More like father and daughter.. Gaz… maybe? That leaves…. 

“Sergeant Soap is your brother?” The lightbulb suddenly lit. 

Grinning wide, “Luckily we don’t look alike eh? I am obviously the better looking one. That bampot is indeed my brother." Oh, you have a quirky sense of humour too. He likes that. “ I CAN HEAR YOU CALLING ME NAME HERE MINI!!” Soap yelled. 

“Haud yer wheesht Johnny!!” You retorted. Ok. Now he can definitely hear the resemblance. 

“Anyway, nice to meet you Sergeant Major. I am sure we will see each other more in the future.” Giving him a wave, you turned back to join the 141 men.

“So, going to ask her for the number?”

“ I don’t know what you are talking about.” Rudy turns his head, blushing. 

Alejandro shakes his head. It’s going to be a long road ahead. 

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You are very huggable

Pairing: König x  f!Reader ( OC aka Mini MacTavish )

Summary: König trying to wrap his head around what had just happened. and Mini MacTavish is on a mission.

Warning: M rated. Alcohol consumption ( be responsible people). innuendos, shenanigans. swearings and mature themes. English isn't my first language, there will be a lot of grammatical and tense mistake.

A/Note 1: This is part of the world what I dubbed " Mini MacTavish Universe". Inspired by  @saltofmercury 's " “The Favorite MacTavish”. from König 's perspective and a bit after that as well. Thanks to her kindness leading me her character :D

 “masterlist” for more stories to this Mini MacTavish expanded verse.

König still trying to get his head around how the night started peacefully has soon descent into chaos that involves a girl coming up to him,wanting a hug, and rambling on how cute he is before being carry away by Ghost, and Soap yelling at the girl.

All started with wanting to work on his social skills and pushing himself out of comfort zone a little bit as his therapist recommended , readily agree when his team mate mentioned there will be a get together with few of the squad from SpecGru at someone's house somewhere in the middle of nowhere ( he wasn't really paying attention to the details after that. )

After politely declining the beer the host offered him, taking up the electrolyte drink instead, König quitely shuffled himself into a corner that is furthest away from the center of the room, occasionally pulling down his mask to take a sip of the drink, and half listening to his team-mate's conversation around him. At some point, Hutch sensing his uneasiness came and sat beside him and showing him the latest FPS shooting game on his phone, trying to relax him .

"... for fucks sake, I’m just asking who the guy is!” 

"“Haud yer weesht! ...."

"… those there are contracted killers.”

König turn his eyes away from Hutch for a second after hearing a conversation seemingly to be directed at them, and noticed a man he vaguely remember as Johnny AKA Soap from 141 trying very hard to hold back a girl which he assume is related to him from their resemblance, arguing back and forth.

His attention is soon back onto Hutch bump his shoulder before pointing at Horangi who is asking him a question on his thought of latest result of UEFA game.

“Hi, how are you? You know what, you don’t seem bad at all, you just seem big, but that’s ok.”

König jumped a little bit when he heard a voice behind him. He smiles at the girl, his brain trying to catch up, smiling is the right thing to do in this situation, right?

“You’re like a huge teddy bear even, in fact, I kind of wish I had you as my own size for a teddy bear… what do you say?”

He chuckled a bit, running his hand through his hair, eyes darting between her and his team mate, who all stopped their conversation as they watch the drama unfold with bit of amusement. How does one react in this situation? Never had a girl come up to him, talking to him normally as if he isn't a huge overtowering monster ( well, there's been times while away on missions, very drunk girls who his team mate told him later are actually local prostitute wanting to know if his... certain man part is actually as proportional to his feet size ).

Before he can open his mouth and say something, a huge shadow appeared behind her and yanked her up and threw her over his shoulder.

“That’ll do mini MacTavish..” Ghost warned as he carries... Mini MacTavish away from the group.

" I mean it! you just need a good old hug!"

Turning back to his team mates, they are still staring at him, waiting to see what he would do next. his social anxiety slowly creeping up with all the attention as he starts to fidget and bounce his legs up and down.

Hutch sensing this, shook his head and everyone went back to their conversation as if nothing had happened.

"You alright boy? " Hutch asked while patting his back.

" Doch, mir geht's gut. Just.. What happened there? " bit of German slips out , showing how nervous he is.

" Congratulations boy. You have a girl trying to flirt with you. "

... ? flirting?

someone is interested in him?

His eyes darts towards the girl, who has a glass of Scotch in her hand now, rolling her eyes as Soap is telling her off non-stop like a mother hen. While Ghost is holding a bottle of beer staring at the girl. She reaches for the bottle of Scotch again and pour herself another generous portion and down it all in one go , slamming the glass down on the counter before storming out towards the backdoor.

"Yer Heid 's fu'O'Mince Mini, always act without thinking.. wait!! I haven't finish talking! "

" Shut it Johnny, go and drink your beer and save your breath! Ma nags me enough and i don't need it from you too! " She yelled at him before slamming the back door.

" Go check on her König, not safe for a girl to be out on the deck this time of the night even if we are middle of nowhere. There might be animals around. I don't think Mini MacTavish," Hutch chuckled at the nickname " is a soldier like her brother. Go." Gently pushing him off the chair, König stood up and sneak towards the back door while the 141 men weren't paying attention.

" I swear he bloody gonna make me a old spinster and a virgin by the way he is cock blocking all the boys coming to my way... "

Taking a deep breath, König clear his throat, trying to get Mini's attention, she spun around quickly and nearly lost her balance. He quickly rush up to her and hold his arm out and try to steady her. She fell into his arm and face planted her face into his chest. König froze as she open her arm and barely manage to wrap her arm around his huge body.

" Aww.... thank you for saving me... say.. you are nice to cuddle , just as i imagined... " burying her face deeper into his chest she let out a contented sigh. " Can I take you home tonight and have you keeping me warm in bed? "

" MINI." König swears Ghost despite just as big as him, sneaks around in silence without anyone noticing. " Come on. you are drunk. Johnny said it's time to go."

" Don't be such a party pooper ... and how we getting back? everyone is drunk."

" I am taking you two home. I am under the limit. Gaz will take my car back tomorrow. He's staying for the night. " Ghost replied and gaze at Mini, and then back up to König, his eyes warning him to let her go.

" Fine... " Mini pushes herself off from König's chest, the lost of warmth makes his heart ache a little bit. Giving him a pat on his chest she look up at him with a soft smile and glassy eye ( now König is sure she is drunk ) " Nice to meet you big guy. and I still haven't got your name yet."

" König. Let her go. "

" OHHH nice name König.... it's fitting for a big teddy bear like you.. I am sure your face is just as handsome underneath the mask. Unlike Ghost over there..."

" Shut it Mini, quite the opposite. I don't know what lie Johnny has been feeding you." Ghost gently pull Mini out of König's embrace and pushes her back into the house.

" BYEEE König See you next time my teddy bear!!!!"

König is totally lost for words.

"Hey König."

"... you are Gaz, right? "

" Yea, oh this is for you big boy"

" ... are you hitting on me too?"

" HAHA, No. Mini told me to give this to you before she left. Told me to tell you to text her or ring her sometimes. Good luck mate!... ah this is so fun to watch. "

Simon in big brother mode here or he is simply just jealous? Mini has never seen Ghost's face in full before.

I am sorry I took a few quotes out of “The Favorite MacTavish”  trying to retell the story a bit from König's perspective.

[sofasoap]

Interlude: Here comes the insertion specialist

Pairing: König x  f!Reader ( OC aka Mini MacTavish )

Summary: Don't give König ANY alcohol.

Warning: M Rated. INNUENDO, INNUENDO!  Alcohol consumption ( be responsible people), swearing, sexual theme. Slight crack fic. English isn’t my first language, there will be a lot of grammatical and tense mistake.

A/N: This is part of the world what I dubbed “ Mini MacTavish Universe”. Inspired by  @saltofmercury ’s “ “The Favorite MacTavish”. Praise her for lending me her character and universe * starry eye *. Go read her brilliant stories!

 “masterlist” for more stories to this Mini MacTavish expanded verse.

You know König doesn't drink alcohol. No big deal. Each to their own. Maybe he just doesn't like the taste of it. What you didn't realise is he has ZERO tolerance to alcohol.

Kortac was in UK again after a successful joint operation with the SAS. To your surprise, Johnny rang you and ask if you want to travel to  Credenhill  to join the party. "That's rare, usually I have to beg you to let me tag along!"

"... The team was asking for you." " They are asking for their FAVOURITE MacTavish you mean?"

" Jesus Christ, do you want to come or not?"

" Just give me the date and I'll check my shift timetable."

You were secretly excited you will get to see König again after the chance meeting which turned into, according to Emma, a coffee date. Was that a date? You don't know. Do you like him? Maybe. For the moment you are just enjoying your time texting back and forth. ( or mainly him sending pictures of what his current little carving projects are or interesting things he notice while on mission. It's quite adorable really. )

Dropping off your luggage at the airbnb near the barrack, you make your way towards the bar frequently attended by the team. Walking in, loud noises hits you instantly. The pub was packed full of people, it's a popular spot for the SAS soldiers since the barrack isn't far off. You look around trying to find your brother. Soon enough you spot Ghost's tall figure with Johnny and Gaz playing a round of snooker. You ran up to your brother and tackled him from behind.

"Mini! you made it!" Gaz exclaimed. "What's a gathering without me livening up the atmosphere?" You high fived each other. Johnny turned around and gave you a big hug.

" How was the train ride here?" "Busy. Lucky I booked my ticket as soon as you told me about the gathering." Pointing at Ghost, " Am I allow to greet him? or is the no Ghosting rule still apply?" "What are you planning." he look at you deadpan expression. " Nothing. I am just being friendly." " Why does this sound familiar." You turned and smiled at Ghost, " Hey Simon. "

" ... Hey." " Mini." " Hey Uncle Price!" You left Johnny's embrace and went in for a hug with Price. Why does Ghost look slightly disappointed?

"Who else is here?"

Price pointed towards the table near the bar. "Some of the KorTac members are over there, the rest are scattered around." "OHh I see new people I haven't met." " MINI" Johnny and Simon chimed in same time with warning tone.

" Yes Sir, I know Sir, I will behave Sir.” You gave the boys your best salute and wondered towards the bar to order a beer. While standing at the bar, you see König, per usual, hiding at the edge of the room, trying to make himself invisible with a glass of what looks like a coke in his hand, listening to his teammate's conversation. Doing your best you try to wave to him, he spotted you, his eyes lit up and timidly waved back. Horangi saw the interaction, elbowed König and teased him a little. König duck his head down, blushing. You felt a set of eyes on you, turning around you can see Ghost looking at your direction, eyes narrowed. What's his problem?

Soon you find yourself mixing with the ladies from both teams, gossiping away. They sure have fascinating stories to tell, tales of war to suitors or love interests they meet during their missions.

".... and would you believe, their pick up line was, "“I’ve lost my teddy bear! Can I sleep with you instead?”" You laughed, " Oh gosh, that sounded like me from last time!" " Look, if it comes from you, it sounds cute, but coming from that person??" Nova made a face. " Mini, come on, got any stories to tell? Any strange pick up lines?" " Sadly no. All the boys that wants to approach me been scared off by Johnny." " Pfft, for a casanova like him, it's bit contradicting. no offense Mini."

" None taken Kleo. I know my brother is a manwhore. A gentlemanly manwhore." Everyone burst out laughing. Out of corner of your eyes, you saw König swaying a bit in his seat. No one else seems to notice. His drink nearly finish. Maybe he is tired? All of sudden, he stood up, startling the people around him, and proceed to swagger towards you, full of purpose, you will be lying if it doesn't stir the heat up a little bit down there. Cocking an eyebrow, you turned your chair towards him. Waiting for his next move. Stopping right in front of you, he leans down, hands on both side of you on the table, trapping you. Gosh, he does have beautiful blue eyes, the piercing blue eyes.... wait, is that bit of alcohol you can smell from his breath?

"Hello Schatz." He purred. "Do you know why they call me insertion specialist? because I am VERY GOOD at ramming... " his eyes flickers down towards his crotch, " THINGS... especially into people." The whole pub just went dead silent. Your jaw dropped. Is he trying to flirt with you? Hearing a loud clank noise, your eyes darts towards the snooker table, Johnny had dropped his cue, eyes wide with shock, while Ghost looks like he was about to murder certain someone with veins popping out of his forehead. Gaz was laughing his head off, smacking Price's back, making him choke. " WHO THE FUCK ADDED RUM INTO HIS COKE!!!!"

Just think of the way König walks at the character intro screen. mmmmm.

lack of sleep does this to you. Oops.