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Thinking about…Blue-Collar!141 AU

Blue-Collar!Soap works on the family farm in the Scottish Highlands. He starts his day releasing the sheep out to pasture, accompanied by his Shetland Sheepdogs. One dog looks after the sheep, and the other watches over the Highland Cattle. The MacTavish farm has been in the family for generations, and he wants to share it with someone special. He’d like to raise children here, eventually leaving the farm to them.

Blue-Collar!Gaz travels all over the world. He’s an aircraft mechanic, but not for a big airliner. He oversees personal planes of the wealthy. He makes sure their planes are in top shape and ready for whenever they need to hop on and fly somewhere. Sometimes he stays in one place. Sometimes he’s traveling all over. The job pays well and it’s hard work, but it’s been difficult to settle and start a family.

Blue-Collar!Ghost is a metalworker, but he doesn’t work in some large factory. Ghost has a small shop on the outskirts of Manchester, creating custom knives. He crafts everything from chef knives and culinary tools to hunting blades. He takes pride in his work, and he’s received multiple awards and accolades. Ghost is accomplished, but nothing brings him more joy than working side-by-side with his daughter—his apprentice.

Blue-Collar!Price is a general contractor, and he’s damn good at his job. He prides himself on hiring local and building with local materials. Price mostly builds homes from the ground up, but he’s taken on all sorts of jobs. He works late and often isn’t always home on the weekends, but his work pays well, and he provides plenty for his family.

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can i get a chubby, thicker, reader who wears a cute little nightgown (moo-moo) to bed? like she just got done with her night routine in the bathroom and when she comes through the door in her night gown what the boy’s reactions would be like? thank youuu!!

Anon, my hand slipped...

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No disrespect to Soap, but every disrespect to that himbo of a man. This goober is going to be on his stomach and pressed up against the bathroom door while you’re doing your routine. He’s such a horny idiot for you that he’s hoping that he’s going to somehow snag a peek from underneath the door or get a whiff of your lotion. And the moment you emerge? That man has already thrown himself into the bed and tossed back the covers to welcome you in. And if the nightgown happens to be lacy or sheer, it’s over. That thing isn’t coming off because he’s going to insist it stays on.

The respectful, dotting gentleman of the bunch goes to Gaz. That man is a waterfall of compliments no matter what you wear or how you look. If you walk out in a nightgown, you bet Gaz is complimenting the hell out of you. “Did you get all dressed up for me, love?” “Look at you, beautiful. Stunning.” While the whole point of gassing you up is to show his love and appreciation, he is also always ready when it comes to you, and he firmly believes you sometimes dress up a bit at bedtime just for him.

Price’s appreciation is all in his gaze. Whatever his attention is on, whatever he might be doing when you emerge, is entirely forgotten. This man only has eyes for you, and damn if he isn’t stopping to make sure you feel adored. With Price, he doesn’t need to pepper you with kisses or show you physical touch to make you feel wanted. That man’s gaze devours. A single look and you’ll fold for him, which is why you did it in the first place. This man cannot resist. Not when you’re in the room.

And let’s not forget Ghost, who, at his core, is a weirdo. This man silently watches you do your whole routine and even watches you emerge from the bathroom without a peep. Which is strange, since it’s entirely likely this man dicked you down just before bedtime (and he always has plenty to say when he’s balls deep and his hands are full of you). Ghost is silent until you crawl into bedside him with a “you smell nice” comment because he’s absolutely too distracted by how your breasts look to say anything else. It’s not until the lights are off and the two of you are snuggled under the covers that Ghost wiggles his way into being big spoon. The man has no intention of keeping his hands off you.

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Hi you beautiful person, I'd like to send in a request for the 1k Follower Celebration 😊 I'd leek to read about the CoD men and sllep positions with a chubby reader. I always imagine Price cuddles when I can't fall asleep, how his beard would tickle, how he'd stroke my hair aside to give me a forehead kiss and sternly tell me to fall asleep. Or maybe falling asleep on top of Soaps muscles and listening to his heartbeat, or watch Gaz do a face cleanse before snuggling. Or lying next to a stiff and unmoving Ghost just to wake up with him curled around me *sigh* T'is would be the dream.

Thanks so much, love ☺️

Oh, you absolute sweetheart, thank you so much! I love this prompt so much! And with a chubby reader? Yes! We need more representation in that regard. I hold all my weight in my hips, thighs, and butt, and it makes me so self-conscious all the time. Maybe that’s why I always dive into scenarios like your prompt and imagine being loved and appreciated for what I have. In a way, you’ve already answered the prompt a bit, but I will absolutely add to it. Thank you for sending this prompt in! I appreciate you so much!! <3

I did keep some of the descriptions vague so that readers of all shapes and sizes can see themselves snuggled up with any of the 141!

Task Force 141 x Female Reader

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Word Count: 813

There are some suggestive themes in this, so, per that warning, MDNI

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John Price

John loves to cuddle. He loves touching you. He loves being close. Doesn’t matter if you can’t sleep or he can’t, John needs to be touching you. It’s almost an impulse to do so. The moment you or him slips under the sheets, John is reaching out, his large hands grasping, dragging you against him.

John will always be big spoon.

With you wrapped up in his arms, there is nothing sweeter. His beard his prone to scratching your skin but you don’t care. What matters is how he can make you feel. If you can’t sleep, John will do everything in his power to soothe you through gentle words, soft touches, and even softer kisses. There is only intimacy with no intention of initiating anything. He only wants you to be comfortable.

If John is struggling to sleep, all he needs is for you to curl up against him, and to run his hands over your body. He loves squeezing your thighs and hips, running his hands up and down your legs. He only wants his hands full of you, to know that you’re with him. It grounds him. Makes him calm.

That is how John likes to fall asleep. Upon waking, he might shift a bit, but he’s still touching you.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

More like Kyle “Skincare Routine” Garrick. This guy loves routine and he wants to do routine with you before bed. While a his and her bathroom sink setup is lovely, he prefers one sink and mirror just because he doesn’t want to be far from you. Face cleanse? Got it. Hydrating mask? Can do. Doesn’t matter as long as he does it with you.

Kyle also enjoys a shower before bed and will often pull you in with him just to have some intimacy. It’s not necessarily for sexual reasons, but to just spend a little extra time with you that he doesn’t always get during the day.

Where John is a full on cuddler, Kyle likes more of a snuggle, and prefers being little spoon. He loves feeling your cheek pressed to his back and your arms around him. Kyle is quick to hold your hand and kiss your knuckles before the two of you drift off.

John “Soap” MacTavish

Soap wants you as the blanket.

He doesn’t need the comforter, a weighted blanket, or any of the bedsheets. He only wants you draped over him at bedtime. Your warmth and body pressed against him is soothing.

Soap prefers it if you’re both naked during bed. Skin against skin is what he loves best. Again, it’s not always a sexual thing (although he totally takes advantage when he can) but an intimacy thing. He wants you almost on top of him, cheek pressed against his chest, to feel your heartbeat along with this. Soap wants to be able to rub your back and kiss the top of your head.

As much as it is for him, it is also for you. It provides a sense of safety and comfort. While the muscles can be a bit hard to lay on, Soap does have some softness in his chest and stomach. Yes, he is all muscle, but his body is built from years in the field. This isn’t a gym rat body. This is pure strength and protection. Even if you’re the blanket, there is something comforting about it.

However, by morning, the two of you are significantly shifted. Might still be snuggled up but likely no longer a blanket.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Ghost is a boulder. I truly believe this man is a stiff, unmoving board at bedtime. He gets into bed and is asleep almost immediately. Ghost is the kind of guy that could fall asleep anywhere and everywhere on command.

Ghost also as a habit of either going to bed before you or after you. It’s not habit more like it depends on the day he’s had. If he’s the one who is in bed first, this man is an unmoving rock. He also spreads out which makes attempting to move him even worse. So, you end up curling up around his unmoving form.

On the opposite side of this, when Ghost goes to bed after you’ve already fallen asleep, he does his best not to wake you. When he slides into bed beside you, he might brush your hair out of your face or admire you for a bit before settling in beside you.

However, in the mornings, Ghost is always curled around you, one arm draped over your waist and curled under your stomach to keep you snuggled against his body. You never know when he does that in the middle of the night, and Ghost never knows when he does it either. It just happens in his sleep, like his body craves you and simply needs to pressed close.

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Can you please do -What would the pros and cons of co-parenting with exbabydaddy!price look like? 🙏

Pros and CONS. CONS, anon?!?!? There is no such thing when it comes to Price being your baby daddy. And be so for real, you're not breaking up with that man...but I'll indulge you anyway. :)

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When not on deployment, John is an attentive and active father. He does not expect you to do the majority of the work (especially when he's not working.)

Insists on sending you money when you have the child(ren). You're happy with this arrangement because it's better than dealing with child support and the court system.

You never have to remind him of any appointments, birthdays, or events.

He always includes you when doing anything with the kid(s). Even if you decline, John still offers.

You sometimes forget that the two of you aren't together anymore. (affectionate)

You sometimes forget that the two of you aren't together anymore. (derogatory)

John still flirts with you. You won't admit to him that you like it, but you do.

It's difficult to get a hold of him while on deployment/missions. If something happens (like an emergency) you can't always rely on John.

Takes issue with every new man you bring into the picture. He (somehow) always chases them off.

John doesn't always agree when it comes to parenting, but the two of you make it work.

He's somehow become even more attractive to you after the separation.

At family functions when the drinks flow freely, it's difficult to not get a bit handsy with him in the kitchen when no one is looking.

When you ask him if he's seeing anyone, he only ever tells you he has eyes for one woman, but he never says who (though you have an idea).

Even though you're separated, your child(ren) don't seem to think so. They insist the two of you are going to get back together.

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Congrats on 1k. You deserve it so much!! Could you please do Price with PDA?

Oh my goodness. Thank you so much, anon! I really appreciate it!! Can you have Captain John Price with PDA? Absolutely you can. Gosh I adore him. Anyway! Enjoy!

Written with gn!reader in mind.

Content & Warnings: fluff, minor suggestive themes

Word Count: 331

A/N: Thank you to everyone who has submitted requests for the 1k follower event. This event is currently closed and I am no longer taking requests. Thank you!

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John who is formidable in the field. Who takes charge. Who doesn’t stand down even when the task seems impossible.

John who keeps a picture of you somewhere on him at all times.

John who keeps still on the way back from a completed mission, but internally he’s a nervous mess.

John who only wants to be back in your arms as quickly as possible.

John who knows how to leave work at the door when he comes home.

John who transforms entirely when he returns home.

John who immediately goes in for a kiss. It’s always soft at first, and then he deepens things until your fingers are digging into his uniform, pulling him closer.

John who loves being seen with you.

John who never stops touching you in public. He doesn’t care if others see it. He’s back home with you, and that is all that matters to him.

John who likes to have his arm draped over your shoulders out in public because he can tuck you against him easier. It’s also more convenient when he wants a kiss.

John who always has an arm around your waist when the two of you are at rest somewhere like standing in line.

John who has to sit beside you whenever the two of you are out anywhere. There is no sitting across the table if he can help it.

John who likes to have a constant hand on your thigh.

John who isn’t afraid to ask for kisses in front of others.

John who doesn’t mind when you playful go to grab his hand and he draws away with a tease on his on his tongue. He makes you work for it.

John who knows you belong to him and wants to make sure others know.

John who won’t kiss you roughly in public but won’t hesitate to whisper how he’ll kiss you once the two of you are alone.

John who is proud to be seen with you.

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Congrats on 1k!!

Price + taking a bath (naughty) 🙃

Please :)

Thank you!!

Oh…Price. My beloved. I came to CoD because of Simon but I stayed for Price (and also Gaz and Soap hehe). While this is technically for “taking a bath,” I think it’s safe to say that I can stretch this into shower territory as well. So, for you, it’s Price + taking a bath + taking a shower w/ a naughty undertone. Enjoy!

Captain John Price x Female Reader

Content & Warnings (MDNI): suggestive themes, brief mentions of intimacy

Word Count: 520

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Price prefers showers over baths (at least when it comes to general day-to-day cleanliness). He is used to rinsing off the grime, dirt, and blood of his job under a showerhead.

When it comes to being a bit naughty with his woman, a bath or a shower is always on the table.

First and foremost, you are never taking a shower or bath alone. Never. Not when Price is home. And Price is always on his worst behavior.

Price always begins soft. He peppers you with compliments, telling you how pretty you are, and how much he loves being with you. Really, he means every word, but it’s really just to soften you up and make you melt into him a bit.

How you’re facing him matters. In the shower, with your back to him, Price will place gentle kisses on your shoulders and neck. He’ll delicately caress your skin but otherwise leave you alone. In the shower, and you’re facing him? It’s over. Price is going to kiss you, maybe even press you against the shower wall. In the bath, if you’re reclining against his chest, he’s much softer but he will take full advantage of the position. He’ll want to touch you everywhere.

Very handsy. Constantly touching. Sometimes it’s to help you wash your hair. Sometimes it’s to touch your breasts or slip his hand between your legs.

Price isn’t one for breaking eye contact. His gaze will remain glued to your body. He wants to look at his woman while she’s naked and wet. How could he not?

While taking a bath, Price is more likely to cater to your needs at pleasure. There is more time to soak, and with that, he’ll take more time to touch. If Price isn’t playing with your breasts while in the bath, he absolutely has his hand between your legs. Would absolutely whisper praises in your ear as he makes you come on his fingers. Sure, you’re getting clean, but that doesn’t mean the two of you can’t get a little dirty in the process.

But in the shower? It’s all about him. He more controlling. Price can bend you over in the shower. He can put you on your knees. He can pin you against the wall. You can suck him off or be fucked out of your mind. Not that Price won’t give you a little pleasure, but he’s going to take full advantage for himself.

In the bath, Price is gentle. In the shower, Price is rougher.

Price loves fucking you in the shower because he can come inside you and clean you up all at once.

When your legs are jelly and/or your throat is sore, Price becomes gentle again. He’ll scrub you down. Clean your hair. Even shave your legs if you want him to.

After the shower or bath, Price wants to be the one to dry you off. The intimacy of it only turns him on, which is the point. Not that he always acts on it, but sometimes he cannot help but drag you to bed for another round.

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Requests: open (boundaries/rules)

Task Force 141 AUs:

Apocalypse // Biker // Neighbor // Knight // Viking // Hacker // Hitman // Pub Owner // (Summer) Olympics // (Winter) Olympics // Regency // PornStar // Gladiator // BlueCollar // Bodyguard // RockStar // MMAFighter

Task Force 141 (Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz Only):

Sleep Positions // Nightgown // First Time Dads // Toys // Pegging // No Kids // Pain

Simon "Ghost" Riley:

SFW Alphabet // Vacation HCs // PDA HCs // Dark // Ex-Baby Daddy

John Price:

Bathing HCs // PDA HCs // Ex-Baby Daddy

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick:

NSFW Alphabet // Date Night HCs

John "Soap" MacTavish:

NSFW Alphabet // Protective/Possessive HCs

Nikolai:

Daddy Kink HCs

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Just some sleepy Peepaw Price

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Inexperienced John Price

John Prices career and duty was to his country.

Fuck his career and duty.

The inevitability of another bad guy in another country wanting to do bad things forced him to cancel all of his planned leave.

Instead of getting to know the sweet bar owner and having a pint he was inhaling dust and drinking tea with honey to help his aching throat.

John settled back into the plane seat closing his eyes. Now on the flight, the weariness had caught up to him. How long had it been since he’d been back? Two weeks? A month?

He had no time for himself. Truly through no fault of his own, although he probably could’ve tried harder when he was younger to lose his virginity. He had thought about why, why he hadn't just gone for it like his mates in boot camp, coming back from nights on the town with a girl in their bunk.

Deep down though he knew why. Curse him for caring about who his first time would be with. It had nothing to do with tradition or religion. The decision was more similar to how he chose his task force. The men were selected carefully, and their placement on the team was based on trust and understanding.

What if John had decided to give in to what he had been aching for, for years and went home with the blonde from the pub? Someone he didn't know or didn't trust...would she have made fun of him as he fumbled to take off her clothes?

Scoff when he wouldn’t be able to take his eyes or hands away from the softness of her breasts?

Snicker as he hovered above her holding his cock in one hand trying to guide himself between her legs into a place he’s never been?

And when he trembled and shook and moaned and lasted a minute thrusting inside her would she just go silent and leave?

John shook the thoughts away as the plane landed with a rumble. She may have if he took that chance, but he knew she wasn’t who he wanted.

He didn't know what he had wanted, but he found that in every rare silent moment on deployment, his thoughts went back to you. There was something in your short meeting that made him want to lean in and get to know you. Between your smile and your teasing and your heart that made you follow him out the pub doors just to say hi.

All he wanted to do was go home and then straight to the pub. But there was someone he needed to talk to first, someone who could provide advice and be trusted to hold a Captain's deepest personal secret.

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John please, you're older. Your back is probably fucked, just accept the dilf title

IM NOT OLD. IM NOT A DILF.

PLUS, ANYONE WHO HAS BEEN IN THE MILITARY FIR OVER A YEAR HAS A FUCKED UP BACK.

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I cannot be the only one who thought of mafia boss price fucking reader in front of her husband because he didn't pay the debt in time....so price will just take his wife 🤷🏻‍♀️

mafia boss price 🚬 (🌽 link)

if you didn't know earlies, by now you should be very much aware of how much of a dickhead your husband is. his need to keep appearences, making expensive purchases to show off to his equally as much of dickhead freinds when you where struggling to keep food on the table brought both of you here.

because when banks refused to keep giving him loans, he messed around and ended uo gettting money fom questionable sources. and when the fucker didn't and really wasn't able to, he threw you under the bus.

well, more like the bus took an intesest in you and ran you over. because when mafia!price set his eyes on you, he knew exactlly how your husband was going to get whatever he was owed back, collecting the debt in the form of some sweet pussy.

after making out with you, he pushed you onto the sofa in his office, eatng you out right then and there, in front of the twat you sadly call your husband. but he wasn't just going to do that you know, he wanted to be inside of you. letting you straddle him so he can fuck his thick dick up into you, even letting you ride him for a bit, before taking over and plowing into your soaking middle until you were full with his cum.

by the time he was done, not only did you know you had to divorce your husband, but you had a new, better well off one that are pussy amazingly-

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Simon Riley usually sneezes once. it’s on the louder side, but he doesn’t make a big deal out of it. his eyes get a little watery, but he just blinks it away. tries to hold it in if he’s wearing a mask

John MacTavish usually sneezes twice, no time in between. it’s really snotty and he usually wipes with the back of his hand, subsequently wipes it on his pants. expects a ‘God bless you’ after he sneezes

Kyle Garrick sneezes twice, a couple seconds between them. carries a couple spare tissues in his back pocket - will offer them to someone if they sneeze. sniffles a little afterwards, then coughs

John Price sneezes and it shakes the room. three to five sneezes in a row, loudly coughs afterwards and says a quick ‘sorry’. sometimes he gently pats his chest after the coughing fit

Gary Sanderson has not sneezed in front of anyone. once you realize this it’s sort of eyebrow raising in the way it’s not quite weird, but also he’s never sneezed in front of someone?

Keegan Russ has the most average sneeze. might sneeze once or twice, not that loud, aims for the bend of his elbow. doesn’t acknowledge it, just continues his business

König sneezes and it shakes the room. verbally goes ‘achoo’ every time, on top of that his voice’s pitch raises slightly. his eyes get very watery and he sniffles so loud you can hear the strain in his throat

Kim Hong-Jin sneezes three times, but he’s absolutely silent. he’ll sneeze into his elbow, but you won’t notice he’s sneezed unless you’re looking at him. clears his throat afterwards

Nikto sneezes and it shakes the room, his sneezes are often followed by a gravelly cough. on more than one occasion he’s had a sneezing fit that lasted over ten seconds

Sebastian Krueger sneezes in the spring. he has a mild pollen allergy and it kicks his ass every year. freshly cut lawns also stir up his allergies. he sneezes two to three times and grumbles afterwards

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things you and simon do (that he won’t admit to anyone else)

• weekly face masks. You have quite the collection. after the 2nd time you did one and he stood behind you and watched (stared), you forced him to do one. He won’t admit to it but his skin does look nicer the next morning.

• skin care regiment. nothing fancy. a cleanser, sunscreen (“no simon, i do not care that you always have the mask on. it’s still necessary.”), eye cream (insomnia king), moisturizer, and lip balm. the scars on his face aren’t as pronounced now that skin has more moisture. safe to say he is happy with the results.

• shampoo AND conditioner. the man used a BAR OF SOAP when you first met. he has a buzzcut for his job and really only lets it grows long when he’s on deployment. appalled was the first and only word you could use when you noticed the lack of them. “What wrong wit t’at then?” was the response you received when you asked. it took ONE time of using your shower hair regiment to realize how wrong he was. avid pantene user now.

• tik tok trends. they NEVER see the light of day. “a boy whose jacked and kind” trend? personal favorite of yours. “bow around his bicep”? revisited often. “lipstick wipe panning over to him covered in lipstick kisses”? butterflies material. he doesn’t let you post them due to his paranoia, but he indulges you on the silly trends. Not without acting disinterested first before getting weirdly dedicated to making sure it comes out perfect.

• watch reality tv. guilty pleasure for both of you. you hated what you called “trashy television” until covid. now you are HOOKED. you made him watch season 20 of survivor with you and he suddenly wanted to watch every season. the big guy always critiquing the contestants and the way they did things. “Needa run faster than t’at.” “Never gonna get anywhere with that aim.” “I go 30 days with minimal food and water and all i get is shot at. These fuckers get a million dollars” He can’t lie, he loves it just as much as you do.

a/n: will probs expand on this more in the future! did a mixture of some of the thoughts I had so here is this! gonna be posting more!!! thoughts, opinion, and feedback is always welcome!!!

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Underneath It All

Pairing: Captain John Price x Reader

AU: CEO!John Price x Assistant!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, secret pining, office romance

Author’s Note: I hope you enjoy this! This CEO AU has been stuck in my head for days, and I couldn’t resist writing it. Let me know what you think!

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Your morning started the same way it always did: stepping into the gleaming glass doors of Price Industries, coffee in hand, and your nerves wound tight. As John Price’s personal assistant, you knew every day would be a marathon of meetings, calls, and last-minute changes. But none of that compared to the hardest part of your job—keeping your feelings for your boss in check.

John Price wasn’t just any CEO. He was the CEO. Sharp suits, a commanding voice, and an air of quiet confidence that made everyone sit up a little straighter. But beneath all that, he was kind, attentive, and unexpectedly warm, especially with you.

Every soft smile he sent your way, every casual “Morning, love” made your heart skip a beat. You had to remind yourself daily that it didn’t mean anything. He was your boss, and you were just his assistant. That was it.

“Good morning, Mr. Price,” you greeted as you stepped into his office, placing his coffee on the edge of his desk.

He glanced up from his laptop, his brow furrowed in thought. But the moment his eyes met yours, his expression softened. “Morning, love.”

Your stomach flipped, but you pushed the feeling aside, holding out the folder in your hand. “Your meeting with the board is at ten. Everything you need is in here.”

He reached for the coffee first, taking a sip before setting it down. “Efficient as ever. Don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Your lips twitched into a small smile. “Fall apart, probably.”

His low chuckle filled the room. “Probably.”

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By mid-afternoon, you were juggling phone calls, rescheduling meetings, and sorting through contracts when John emerged from his office. His tie was loosened, and the faintest shadow of frustration lingered in his expression.

“Lunch?” you asked, holding up a bag from the deli down the street.

He paused mid-step, his frown easing. “You’re a lifesaver, you know that?”

“Part of the job,” you teased lightly, handing him the bag.

Instead of retreating to his office, he sat at the small table near your desk and gestured for you to join him. You hesitated before sitting across from him, pulling out your own lunch.

“How was the meeting?” you asked, unwrapping your sandwich.

“Bloody useless,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “Half of them don’t know what they’re talking about, and the other half just want to argue for the sake of it.”

You laughed softly, the sound pulling a small smile from him. “Well, at least you’ve got a good sandwich to make up for it.”

He raised a brow, smirking. “Are you always this optimistic, or is it just to keep me from losing my mind?”

“A little of both,” you admitted, earning another chuckle from him.

For a moment, the conversation drifted into a comfortable silence. You couldn’t help but admire how different he seemed in these moments—relaxed, almost vulnerable. It made it even harder to keep your feelings buried.

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By the time the office began to empty out, you were still at your desk, double-checking the calendar for the next day. You didn’t realize John was still there until his voice broke the silence.

“Still here?”

You looked up, startled to find him leaning against the doorframe. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, and the top two buttons of his shirt were undone, exposing just a hint of his collarbone.

“Just finishing up,” you replied, closing your laptop.

He stepped into your office, his presence filling the small space. “You shouldn’t work so late.”

“Says the man who’s still here,” you shot back with a smirk.

He chuckled, low and warm, before his gaze softened. “Come to dinner with me,” he said suddenly.

Your heart skipped a beat. “What?”

“Dinner,” he repeated, stepping closer. “Just the two of us.”

You hesitated, your mind racing. “I don’t think that’s appropriate.”

“Why not?” he asked, his voice soft but insistent.

“People might talk,” you murmured, looking anywhere but at him.

“Let them,” he said, his gaze unwavering. “I don’t care what anyone thinks. I care what you think.”

Your breath hitched at his words, at the quiet vulnerability in his tone. “John…”

“I’ve wanted to say something for months now,” he admitted, his voice low. “But I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. I can’t keep pretending I don’t feel something for you. Not anymore.”

Your heart was pounding, your cheeks warm. You searched his face for any sign that he wasn’t serious, but all you saw was sincerity.

“Say yes,” he whispered, his voice barely above a murmur. “Just this once.”

You hesitated for only a moment before nodding. “Okay.”

The smile that spread across his face was enough to make every worry fade. And for the first time, you allowed yourself to hope that maybe, just maybe, this was the start of something you’d both been too afraid to admit you wanted.

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[hey-sunshines]

Got anymore dad thoughts for any cod characters? Would love to see something with Price (the man was meant to be a father)

BECAUSE I LOVE YOU | JOHN PRICE

an : ur so right anon he was absolutely meant to be a dad i love him sm. this is pre-dad john more than anything.. 😔

“Have you been pregnant before?” you ask suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence in the room.

John pauses, hands still wrapped around your foot, his thumbs mid-press into a spot that’s been aching all day.

He lifts his head, eyes narrowing at you. “Come again?”

“You heard me.”

He exhales, shaking his head in disbelief as his hands resume their firm, steady motion. “Sweetheart, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but biologically speaking, I’m not exactly built for that kind of thing.”

You squint at him, undeterred. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Well, then what the hell did you mean?” His tone is gruff, but there’s a hint of amusement under the surface.

He always has that undercurrent with you. A softness he tries to disguise with his bark.

“You know.”

“No, I don’t,” he counters, glancing up at you briefly before turning his attention back to your foot. “But I’m dying to find out.”

“You always know what I need,” you accuse, pointing a finger at him.

“Like this.” You wiggle your toes for emphasis. “You knew I needed a foot massage before I even said anything. How do you do that?”

He chuckles under his breath, shaking his head. “You’ve been limping around all day and groaning every time you sit down. Wasn’t exactly a tough call.”

You cross your arms, refusing to let him brush it off. “It’s not just this. It’s everything. You always know what I’m craving, or when I’m upset, or when I’m about to cry, even when I’m trying to hide it. It’s weird.”

“Weird,” he repeats, his tone dry. “So I’m weird because I pay attention to you?”

“Yes!” you exclaim, throwing your hands up. “Exactly! How do you always know?”

John lets out a slow breath, sitting back a little as his hands leave your foot. “Because I love you.”

The way he says it, calm, steady, like it’s the simplest truth in the world, makes your heart stutter.

“That’s not an answer,” you say, your voice quieter now.

“Yes, it is,” John says, his gaze steady, unreadable, but something softer lingers in the corners of his eyes. His hands never stop working over your foot, kneading away the ache with practiced care. “I just… know, alright?”

“Know what?” you prod, narrowing your eyes at him.

He doesn’t answer right away, his jaw tightening like he’s weighing the words in his head. Finally, he mutters, “How you are.”

“That’s vague,” you counter, lips quirking.

He sighs, shaking his head. “I know because I pay attention . Like how you always chew on your lip when you’re thinking too hard. Or how your hands shake when you’re upset, even if you’re smiling. I know the difference between your happy sighs and your tired sighs. I know the exact moment you’re about to ask me to grab you a snack but you’re too stubborn to say it out loud. I know because I’ve made it my business to know.”

You blink, caught off guard by the quiet certainty in his tone. “That’s… weirdly sweet.”

His brows pull together, and he huffs a short laugh, like he can’t believe what he’s hearing. “Weirdly sweet? Is that what we’re calling it now?”

“Well, yeah.” You grin, sensing his discomfort and leaning into it. “I mean, you’re supposed to be this big, gruff guy, right? You bark orders, fix broken things, intimidate anyone who looks at me wrong-”

“I don’t bark,” he interrupts, giving you a pointed look.

“Oh, you bark,” you tease, deepening your voice in a poor imitation of his. “‘Yes, ma’am. No, ma’am. Let me carry that for you, ma’am.’”

The corner of his mouth twitches, but he just shakes his head and resumes working on your foot. “That’s the worst impression I’ve ever heard.”

“Rude,” you shoot back.

“Honest,” he counters. His thumb presses into a particularly tight spot, and you let out a sound that’s somewhere between a groan and a sigh.

“You’re dodging,” you accuse, narrowing your eyes at him again.

“I’m not dodging. I’m sitting here rubbing your feet after a long day, and this is the thanks I get? You calling me weird and making fun of my voice?”

“Oh, so you’re playing the martyr now?”

“If the shoe fits,” he mutters, smirking when you swat at his arm.

You glance down at him, trying to hide the way his words make you feel all soft and warm inside.

“Okay, sorry. I didn't mean to make fun of yoy. You make it sound so.. simple.”

“Because it is,” he says matter-of-factly.

He doesn’t say anything for a long moment, just keeps his hands moving, his touch firm and grounding. He's silent in that way that tells you he's thinking so you let him stew.

When he finally speaks, his voice is softer, almost like he’s talking to himself. “I’m supposed to notice. That’s the whole point, isn’t it?”

You tilt your head, watching him. “What do you mean?”

“I mean…” He hesitates, his hands stilling briefly. Then he looks up, meeting your eyes with that quiet intensity of his. “If I don’t notice, who will?”

Your breath catches, and for once, you don’t have a snarky comeback.

He smirks, like he knows he’s thrown you off balance. “What? No smart remark?”

“You’re infuriating,” you mutter, but there’s no heat behind it.

“And you’re a pain in my ass,” he shoots back, but his hand brushes over your ankle in a gesture so gentle it makes your chest ache.

“Admit it,” you say softly, the words more of a dare than a request. “You love me.”

His smirk fades, replaced by something quieter, something real. “You already know the answer to that.”

“Say it anyway,” you whisper, your voice catching.

He leans forward, his hand cradling your foot, his gaze steady and unflinching. “I love you,” he says, his voice low and rough around the edges. “Even when you’re being impossible.”

You smile, blinking back the sting in your eyes. “Damn it, John.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He squeezes your foot one last time before setting it down and shifting closer, his hand moving to the back of your neck, pulling you in. “Come here, you sap.”

And when his lips press against yours, it’s not rough or hurried, it’s steady, grounding, and full of all the things he doesn’t say out loud.

You laugh, breaking from the kisss, shaking your head. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re perfect,” he counters without hesitation.

You roll your eyes, but you can’t stop the smile that spreads across your face. “Shut up.”

“Make me,” he challenges, and before you can come up with a retort, he leans in, pressing a kiss to your forehead, then your cheek.

When he pulls back, his expression is softer than you’ve ever seen it. “You’re everything to me,” he says quietly, and the weight of his words settles over you like a blanket, warm and comforting.

“Damn it, John,” you whisper, your voice thick. “You’re going to make me cry.”

“Don’t cry,” he says, his thumb brushing over your cheek. “You’ll just give yourself a headache, and then I’ll have to deal with that too.”

You laugh through the tears threatening to spill, leaning into his touch. “You’re the worst.”

“And yet, here you are,” he says, his lips quirking into a small smile.

“Here I am,” you agree, and for once, you don’t feel the need to say anything else.