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“If you are reading this Mac, it means I am dead. It also means that you still are a nosy bastard.”

Captain MacMillan slowly makes his way through the WW3 remembrance monument. Thousands of ceremonial tombstones riddle the landscape, demanding silence and respect. This is a place where only ghosts may speak.

“I guess there is not much to say that you don’t already know. Assaulting Makarov’s place was intentionally reckless and I went there with the expectation that I would die. I wanted to die. I couldn’t survive the peaceful times that were to come without him, Mac. Loved him too fucking much. So, in a sense, you were right. He was the death of me in the end.”

He eventually reaches his destination. Row 11, column 85.

 “I will get to the point. Unfortunately for you, I must call in any favours you still owe me. Firstly, I suppose they never found Soap’s body. Burn mine then, and scatter what’s left. I will do the rest and find him on my own.”

All tombstones in the monument bear the name of a soldier, but this one’s special as it has two names hyphenated on it. John MacTavish - John Price.

“Secondly, pull whatever strings you need to, but make sure that wherever they decide to write down our names, they are placed together. His name should always come first.”

The media covered this story for a whole month. The same peculiarity can be found on the clock tower in Hereford, where the names of fallen SAS soldiers are placed. Everyone’s name stands written alone, except for these two.

“Lastly, I don’t want you to miss us. So name one of your grandkids John, will you?”

He lights up a candle and places it on the warm stone.

“I wasn’t one to believe in the afterlife. Soap managed to convince me though… and I intend to find him there. That’s my happy ending. Thanks for everything and take care.

Price”

Two robins land on the headstone, chirping and hopping. It’s truly a beautiful day outside. Somehow, MacMillan truly believes that the two men are reunited up there somewhere.

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okay kinda (read: really fucking) anxious to post a pic of myself but hey gym progress must be celebrated even if it's small

yall those muscles were not there the last time i checked jesus

taken in the shitty lighting of our gym bathroom ignore the star wars shirt and how pale i look

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My uncle calls America the United States of War Crimes and whenever I mention the USAF he rolls his eyes so hard I think he's gonna pass out. We watched Top Gun together once and he spent the whole time looking like he was sucking a lemon. Like, this man spent his entire life in the RAF prosecuting, and helping prosecute, people who broke international laws designed to stop military forces murdering, pillaging and raping with impunity, and while he absolutely tried his share of British soldiers, he came out with "fuck those guys in particular". But!

Now I am thinking of Price showing Nikolai Top Gun (including the new one) for shits and giggles, and Nik just... twitching and scowling through the entire thing. He's used to military propaganda. His early life was saturated by it - he was taken in by it as a young man - but there is a whole new level of cringe to American propaganda that makes him want to disappear into the sofa. His only comment at the end is, "I could outfly him in a Be-2 after a night drinking with the sergeants." And that's the end of that. They watch some James Bond after, because British military propaganda is at least a little self aware.

And yes, this is absolutely partly inspired by an absolutely fucking delicious ask I have from @karlachismylife, and I'm watching the seminar's suggested material before I can formulate a response.

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body worship + a teeny tiny bit of touch-starved price

for Price Appreciation Week 2025 on bsky!

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Lieutenant Price: What do you want?

Young!Nik: To be your problem

Young!Nik: Forever :)

Lieutenant Price:

Lieutenant Price: Okay-

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I am unwell

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#midlife crisis

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played rdr2 for the first time in a while and immediately got blinded by arthur's facecard and beautiful blue eyes

like whatever you say gorgeus

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Thrilling

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macmillan NEEDS his accent. NEEDS IT /silly. no but seriously, i love writing out accents in general, it makes writing about them more entertaining and whimsical to write. especially scottish lads.

you get it

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so y'all know those "us after pound town" memes where the bottom is just eating happily and then cut to the top absolutely destroyed?

anyways, nikprice

they come to the mess hall, john looking rejuvenated and chatting away while getting food. on the contrary nik looks like death warmed over

at the table nik just gives up and lays his head down on his folded arms, body trembling minutely

the team shares a look™ and soap (bc he's like that) says, "ye awright, nik?" with a small smirk

nik gives him a weak thumbs up and a "of course, sergeant. never better"

he hisses sharply when john rubs a 'comforting' hand over his scratched up back and tilts his head to shoot the captain a weak glare

"old man's just missed his beauty sleep," john says with a mischievous glint in his eye. "can't keep up with us anymore, y'know how it is"

nik resolves to get payback as soon as he's had a week long nap

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https://www.tumblr.com/that-ace-up-your-sleeve/791868162169782272/just-saw-someone-say-that-they-hate-people-writing

I personally don’t hate it but, as a Scottish person myself, I hate when they over exaggerate it or use words we would never use because it’s like if you’re going to do it then at least put the effort in to do it right 😂

completely understand this. the research i put into my fics rivals the work i put into my final course essays istg

i look up every source i can to find different regions' accents and tips on how to write them before i put anything in my documents and if i can't find anything i just. write normally even if it doesn't look as good

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just saw someone say that they hate people writing characters' accents?? like, do you hate joy and whimsy? is your life bland?

if i want my macmillan or soap with a nearly incomprehensible accent i will give them a nearly incomprehensible accent. my arthur morgan will have that texas drawl even if i have to play the game thrice to get it right

the accent is the best part😭 it helps with characterization and makes fics more interesting

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Nikolai likes to lie with his head in John's lap getting his hair petted like a cat, a cat that won't shut the fuck up about the antique roadshow rerun on the TV.

John, bless his wee heart, gets caught up in an article. It's about some footballer that's gained his interest, his glasses are slipping to the tip of his nose as his eyes travel across the screen.

He doesn't even notice that his hand has stilled in the pilot's hair.

And then he's met with a wet heat on his t-shirt before teeth sink into the soft flesh of his tummy.

"I thought the cat was a spoiled wee prick, I'm starting to think she learned it from you.

Nikolai doesn't respond, he simply nuzzles his face back into John's hand.

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Which one of these fandom design choices do you wish was cannon?

No Gaz because he's already perfect 😊

*all this is reboot designs except for Roach obviously

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Thoughts on what Nik and Price eat as a post-workout snack:

Price has two bottles already prepared in the fridge: one contains an electrolyte drink, and the other a perfectly measured out protein shake. The shake tastes like arse (and not the kind that Price might enjoy eating). He still drinks it without complaint because it's the fastest way to replenish his energy so he can shower and go back to working on his laptop.

Nik eats some fresh cherries he bought at the market and some full fat Greek yoghurt, spoon going straight into the yoghurt pot, as he stands in front of the open fridge door hoping the cold air from the fridge might help combat the current heatwave in the UK.

Inquisitive minds might wonder how Nik replenishes his electrolytes after a particularly sweaty gym session. Well let’s just say that Price is a salty sweater and I´ll leave the rest to your imagination.