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I know that my sketches are of little interest to anyone, but I wanted to share. Young Price and Nik and others ideas...
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my fanart intro into a new fandom must always be memes, you're welcome (pls reblog)
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He's trying to escape his CO duties (paperwork).
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Tactical ghostposting
Soap’s simp folder

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Young Price and Nikolai. I just imagined little stories about them in my head, stop me....
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Price who starts the 141 as a way to hunt down the worst terrorists.
Price who brings together a group of odd yet talented individuals.
Price who witnesses each of these individuals break all expectations set.
Price who finds himself falling out of the harsh leader role during downtime and more into mentor.
Price who knows each of these individuals intimately and guides them where he can.
Price who catches himself feeling something awfully funny in his chest whenever the members of the 141 start calling him “old man” or “dad” as a joke.
Price who never admits he actually cried when the 141 gave him Happy Father’s Day gifts.
Price who calls his team his “kids” has more than once called his men “son”.
Price, who brought together a group of broken individuals and made a family out of them.
Price who holds the babies of his soldiers in his arm, “Hi love, I’m your granddad” falling from his lips as he stares down at this innocent babe.
Price who does the one thing he never thought possible, dies an old man, in his bed, surrounded by the family he made, everyone alive, everyone survived.
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winner gets price’s hand in marriage
pt. 1
pt. 3
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rugby 141 as promised ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️
pt. 2 is up
pt. 3 is up
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Ghost forgets he wears a mask sometimes.
The remastered version of the OG prompt because that ending REALLY sets the fucking scene.
I'm sorry Gaz.
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There was a time when Simon broke Price’s heart every day.
It wasn’t his fault, not at all. And Price would hate it if Simon took it as such. Which is probably why Price didn’t say anything for so long.
But he saw.
He saw how Simon would immediately tense and drop what he was doing whenever Price walked in, even if he was on his off time.
He saw how Simon’s jaw clenched when he relayed bad news to Price, almost expecting a berating for something out of his hands.
(Price had growled and banged his hand on the table once, the almost imperceptible jump Simon did because of it was enough for Price to regret it)
And he saw how Simon flinched when Price went to pat him on the back. That one hurt like a bastard.
But one night, when Simon surprised him with a knock on the door to drop off some papers, Price knew he needed to do something, watching as Simon apologised and edged into the room.
“Could I say something, Simon?” Price asks before Simon can turn to leave.
Simon freezes. “Alright, sir?” He holds his hands behind his back. Attentive, obedient, anxious.
Price keeps his movements casual, not knowing how else to ease Simon’s nerves.
“I’m not your father, Simon,”
There’s a tense silence.
Simon huffs a half-hearted laugh. “I’m… aware of that, sir…”
Price shakes his head. He gets up, and reaches out to place a hand on Simon’s shoulder.
Simon tenses, but stays put.
“I mean, son…” Price says, “I’m not like your father.”
Simon’s cautiously confused gaze drops into something fragile for a second. His eyes move away from Price’s and he fiddles with his gloves.
“I know that too, sir,” he says, clearing his throat.
“Good man,” Price says, knowing he’s pushing his luck. “Go on, you’re free from paperwork for one night at least.”
“Thank you, sir,” Simon mutters and legs it out of there.
At the time, Price thought he’d fucked it all up. And maybe he did.
But now, Price swears he sees a different side of Simon. Youthful, vibrant, and free.
And his heart is made full again.
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Restaurant AU tweets
This took forever to format, I’m never doing this specific format again.��
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