#soap centric poly

[cod-dump]

After all of this I can't wait for Soap to revoke everyone's soap privileges.

Or Ghost does and just kinda picks Soap up and leaves with him in his arms.

Which ever is funnier

Rudy is the reason him and Alejandro had their ‘Soap Privileges’ as long as they did. Soap genuinely liked being with them, they both were very good at caring for their partners. Plus, Rudy was terrifying and no one wanted to piss him off by taking Soap, so Soap was with them for a month.

Then Ghost practically raided the place to steal Soap back. He missed his boyfriend, he learned his lesson about tormenting him. Soap had missed him, too, so Rudy and Alejandro let Ghost leave with him. They know if something happens again that Soap would come back. They know he will after the taste he got of the two.

[midnight-shadow-cafe]

Breaking Point

Pairing: Poly 141 x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Arguing, Angst, Emotional Tension, Hurt/Comfort, Miscommunication, more Soap centric ig😭

Author’s Note: Hope you enjoy! I wrote this because I wanted something with angst and then fluff :)

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It had been building for days. You and Soap had been snapping at each other over little things—small frustrations that neither of you could quite shake off. It started when the team came back from a grueling mission. You’d been stuck at home waiting, restless and anxious, while they were out in the field. When they finally returned, tired and battered but alive, you were so relieved you didn’t notice the tension simmering under the surface.

Soap, usually the first to joke or offer a hug, seemed off. He was quieter, his smiles not quite reaching his eyes, and the energy he usually brought into a room was missing. You tried to talk to him, to check in, but he brushed you off each time.

“Just tired,” he muttered when you asked why he was avoiding you.

You wanted to give him space, but it hurt to see him pulling away. You threw yourself into planning the weekend getaway—a way to reconnect with the boys and let everyone relax. You poured over details, finding a place that had everything: hiking trails for Soap and Kyle, a quiet spot for Ghost to decompress, and a cozy cabin with enough room for everyone.

When you finally brought it up, Soap barely looked up from the book he wasn’t reading. “Sounds fine,” he said, his tone flat.

“Fine?” you repeated, frustration bubbling under the surface.

“I said it’s fine,” he replied, still not meeting your gaze.

The others noticed the shift too. Price tried to mediate, pulling Soap aside to figure out what was wrong, but Soap wasn’t talking. Kyle made jokes to lighten the mood, but even he gave up after Soap snapped at him for something minor. Ghost, ever the observer, watched quietly but didn’t interfere.

By the third day, you were at your breaking point. Soap’s indifference toward your plans had turned into outright dismissal. He changed the meeting time for one of the activities you’d planned, insisting it wasn’t a big deal, and when you called him out on it, he shrugged.

“It’s not like the world’s going to end if we don’t stick to the bloody schedule,” he said, his tone flippant.

You clenched your fists, trying to keep your temper in check. “It’s not about the schedule, Soap. It’s about respecting the effort I’ve put into this.”

“Effort?” he repeated, his voice rising. “It’s a weekend trip, not a bloody operation. You’re acting like it’s life or death.”

The room fell silent, the tension crackling like a live wire. Kyle exchanged a wary glance with Ghost, while Price pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your voice. “I planned this because I thought it would make everyone happy. Because I wanted to do something nice for all of us.”

Soap’s jaw tightened, his frustration boiling over. “Maybe next time, don’t make decisions for everyone without asking first.”

The words hit like a punch to the gut. You stared at him, stunned, as tears welled in your eyes. “I thought we were a team,” you said, your voice trembling. “But clearly, I’m just a burden to you.”

“Love, that’s not—” Soap began, but you didn’t let him finish.

“Forget it,” you snapped, storming out of the room before he could see you cry.

The door slammed behind you, leaving the others in tense silence. Soap ran a hand through his hair, muttering curses under his breath.

“You really stepped in it this time,” Kyle said, his tone light but edged with frustration.

Price sighed, his voice stern. “You need to fix this, MacTavish.”

Soap nodded, guilt settling heavy in his chest. “I know,” he said quietly. “I just… I don’t know how to start.”

In your room, you paced back and forth, replaying the argument in your mind. Every word he’d said felt like a knife, cutting deeper with each memory. You tried to rationalize it, to tell yourself he was just stressed, but it didn’t erase the hurt.

When the others knocked on your door later, you didn’t answer. You didn’t want to talk, didn’t want to hear their reassurances or excuses for Soap’s behavior. You just wanted to be alone.

But even in your solitude, you couldn’t ignore the ache in your chest—the part of you that wanted things to go back to normal, to feel the warmth and love that had always been a constant in your relationship with the team.

Soap wasn’t far. He sat in the garage, fiddling with a toolset he wasn’t really using, muttering to himself. Regret and frustration warred in his chest, but pride kept him from turning back.

Ghost found him there, leaning against the garage door with his arms crossed. “You’re an idiot,” he said bluntly.

Soap flinched, not even bothering to argue. “Cheers for the insight, mate.”

“Do something about it, then,” Ghost said, his tone calm but firm. “You want to keep wallowing, or are you going to fix it?”

Soap groaned, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t even know where to start.”

“Start by admitting you were wrong,” Ghost replied simply. “Then apologize. The rest will sort itself out.”

The next morning, Price rallied the team. “We need to give them a push,” he said over coffee, his tone brooking no argument.

“Already talked to Soap,” Ghost said. “He’s ready to apologize, but they’re both diggin’ their heels in.”

Kyle grinned. “Then we give them no choice but to talk. I’ve got an idea.”

By the time the plan was in place, they were all smiling, their usual camaraderie shining through despite the tension.

When you returned home that afternoon, you were immediately suspicious. The house was too quiet, and the smell of something delicious wafted from the kitchen. Soft music played in the background, and the living room was transformed. Candles flickered on the mantle, and the table was set with your favorite dishes.

“Hello?” you called out, setting your bag down.

Soap stood by the table, looking uncharacteristically nervous. His hands were shoved into his pockets, and his gaze met yours hesitantly.

“Hey,” he said softly.

You crossed your arms, eyeing him warily. “What’s all this?”

“I wanted to apologize,” he said, stepping closer. “I shouldn’t have spoken to you the way I did. I was out of line.”

“You were,” you said, your voice steady despite the knot in your throat.

Soap nodded, his jaw tightening. “I know I can be a stubborn git, but you didn’t deserve that. You mean the world to me, love, and I hate that I hurt you.”

Your resolve wavered, the sincerity in his eyes breaking down your defenses. “I shouldn’t have said what I did either,” you admitted. “I was angry, and I took it out on you. I’m sorry too.”

Soap let out a breath, relief washing over his face as he reached for your hand. “We good?”

You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Yeah, we’re good.”

From the kitchen, the others emerged, grinning like they’d just won a bet.

“’Bout time,” Kyle teased, while Price smirked in satisfaction. Ghost just nodded, his approval silent but evident.

Dinner that night was full of laughter, the earlier tension melting away. Later, you all piled onto the oversized couch, Soap’s arm draped over your shoulders, and your feet resting in Ghost’s lap. Kyle and Price bickered good-naturedly about which movie to watch, their voices blending with the sound of your quiet laughter.

Arguments were inevitable, but moments like this reminded you why it was worth it. Surrounded by the people you loved, you knew everything would always be okay in the end.

Hope you enjoyed! Please consider liking and reposting! -Midnight💜

[sirenmoth]

heyy!! i loved your story "Breeding Team" and was wondering if you could do a part 3. where the reader gives birth to lots of babies? thank you<3

New Additions

Poly Pack - Complete

Synopsis: The pack welcomes three new members

Didnt see this being a 3 parter by, hey. The kids dont have names cuz i suck at naming things

CW: Non descriptive childbirth, soft buff military men crying, fluff, domestic fluff, pregnancy, hurt/comfort?, semi insecure reader, crying, sexual themes, implied sex, i legit forgot i added graves to this, mainly Kyle, Alejandro and Roldolfo centric cuz i love them, and they need more fics (not me with several WIPs about those three), my back hurts after this.

Previous

Your morning usually consisted of having at least one or two, maybe more depending on how busy everyone is, of your mates cuddled up against, bare skin to skin contact which they insisted upon after your little meltdown. The warmth of the bodies laying next to you seeped into your bones, settling deep within you as it calmed your nerves. After your most recent doctors appointent, you found out you were having triplets, three little ones due at any moment, at anytime. A DNA test was scheduled to see who the fathers are, mostly to calm down the bickering and fighting that eruoted once it was found out that their omega was expecting, all wanted to the be the father of the first litter as a pack. All wanted the gender of your children to be a surprise.

You were convinced they had bets going on on who the father, now fathers, are. Each showed their love for you and the unborn pups in their own way, talking to your stomach, bringing what cravings you had. It was definitely not the trying to get ahead on imprinting on them early.

They took turns staying in the nest with you, keeping you in the middle incase something happened. Today it was Alejandro and Rodolfo's turn to be in the nest with you, they often their turns in pairs:

Ghost and Soap.

Price and Gaz.

Alejandro and Rodolfo.

König and Graves.

It was sufficating having eight men constatly at your side at all hours of the day, if one was working one would be tasked to stay with you. If all were busy you'd be told to stay put in one of their offices, not allowed to leave without one of your alphas company. Their protectiveness only grew as the due date came closer.

Hoping for some quiet and alone time before the two men woke up, you slowly climbed out of the bed to the best of your ability, picking up a shirt that belongs to one of the guys you found on the ground, non of your clothes have fitted you in months but one of the perks of having more than one partner is someones clothes are bound to fit you.

Your legs sore and trembled with each step you took, despite being pregnant with triplets that didn't curb your independence, or your hormones or theirs, you'd sometimes spend your days and nights carefully being laid or bend over something, slowly fucking into you, making love to you, having you cockwarm them, worshipping you like a goddess, filling you with their cum again and again. If needed, fucking each other while you laid and watched if you were too tired or the thought you couldn't take it, watching how the men fight for domainince, sometimes playfully before getting stuffed and fucked brainless by their equal counterpart.

Waddling your way to the conjoined bathroom to relieve yourself and wash up, wanting nothing more than a nice, warm relaxing bath. After using the toilet and washing your hands, you sit on the side of the costom built bathtub, leaning over to the taps to the best of your ability to try and place the plug in the drain but the massive swell of your stomach made the task difficult.

Sitting on the side didn't work so you tried sitting inside the tub, you could barely get the plug in before the strain in your arms became too much, you were getting frustrated that your alone time was dwindling bit by bit. Tears started to line your waterline, sitting in an empty bathtun built to accommodate at least four people. You just wanted some peace and quite.

To get away from the over-pugnet alpha smell.

To breathe.

A soft knock on the door rips you from your thoughts, alreting you that your alone time was up. "I'll be out in a minute" you call out, using handles at the side of the tub to assit in getting out, setting your feet on the soft bathmat placed beside it. The feeling of worry carries through the shared bond. "I'm fine, just needed to clean up a bit" hoping your excuse is enough to settle the man outside the door.

"¿Cariño?¿Puedes abrir la puerta?" The voice you recognised as Rodolfo, softly asked, allowing you enough privacy but keeping you close, as close as a bathroom door would allow. "What's happening, You can talk about it, mi amor" Rudy asks, knocking on the door again. He twists the door handle, to find out himself you locked it. His knocking became more adamant, determined on entering and ensuring you're alright.

"God, I'm fine! Can't I have five fucking minutes of peace for once! Just fuck off and leave me alone!" You scream, the frustration finally comes upfront.

Rodolfo's footsteps were heard turning and leaving the bedroom, the bedroom door faintly shutting, leaving you alone, like you asked, and unclear if Alejandro is still asleep or up and doing whatever tasks and chores he needs to do. Leaning against the cold tiled wall, you ease yourself down onto the floor, finally letting the tears flow. How the boys stayed calm and stuck with you all through all this beyond you. They were important and busy men, they could have anyone to warm their beds and carry their pups. Why choose you?

Double set of footsteps could be heard re-entering the bedroom, stopping outside the bedroom door again. Faint whispering between whoever was out there, followed by yet another knock, "Love, can you open the door?" Gaz. Sweet, loving, caring Kyle. He was the most calm and understanding of the eight of them, always able to talk you and ease you out of your more emotional moments. Bith stood on the other side of the door, trying to coax you to open it or get you out the bathroom.

After a few moment of nothing, and the barrier remaining in place,the Mexican and British men they try a different approach.

Rudy sighs, clearing his throat, "You can talk from in there, sí, sólo dinos qué pasa" his soft voice ringing in your ears, conern threaded deep into his tone.

You could see the image of his worry lines and cute, pippy-like expression in your mind, guilt or bile rose in your throat, the acidic smell hit your nose causing you to gag, the pups in your stomach moving around, kicking and pushing your skin from the inside didn't help.

Against your better wishes, using the wall and sink to get back up and steady yourself, you slowly make your way to the door and unlock it, using the handle as a aid when the pups kick again. The puffiness in your eyes evidence enough of the crying. "I'm sorry" you whimper meekly, keeping your head down.

Kyle opens his arms and pulls you into a hug, stroking your hair as you sob into his shirt, Rodolfo puts a hand on your back, rubbing up and down in an attempt to sooth you. Both felt guilty over not knowing what happened and if they caused it, if they missed something.

Did they fail as partners?

The man to your left gives a quite kiss to your head "Estás bien, estás bien, estamos aquí, está bien" he whispered to you in his native tounge, "what's wrong? Did somethinh happen?" he softly pressed, carefully tip-toeing around to ensure there isn't another breakdown.

Sniffiling, you shake your head no. burrowing further into the warm body in front of you. "I want wanted a bath and alone alone time. Didn't mean to shout." you whisper, voice hoarse from crying.

"Oh baby, it's ok" the British alpha reassures, "Why don't we run a bath while you sit here and a relax, hm?" he asks, gentle as ever.

The bedroom door opens unexpectedly, the smell of freash food fills your senses, a gruff but sweet voice calls out to the three of you, "Everything ok?" Alejandro, stands in the doorway with a plate of alegrías de amaranto and a cup of licuados, he was always trying to get you eat something healthy, even if it contained sugar.

Both men standing beside you nodded in unison, still keeping their arms tight around you, Rudy speaks something to Ale you don't quite hear but judging by his reaction it was about the events prior to his arrival. Alejandro sets the plate and cup down on the bedside table, telling Kyle and Rodolfo to start the bath for you, helping you out their arms and to sit on the bed, they both left to do as told.

"Shh, mi amor" he whispers, arranging your body so your legs are over his, head agaisnt his chest and back propped up by a few pillows, "te traje comide, vamos, come."

Alejandro picks up the plate from the table, holding it up to you so you can eat, small bites followed by sips of the drink he brought, he still kept is around around you, holding you against his chest as you ate. The muffled sound of runnng water filed in from the bathroom mixed with barely audible chatter.

After your food and drink was finished and the plate and cup were back on the table, Alejandro carefully picks you up bridal style, making sure to keep you as close as possible, walking towards the bathroom to join the two men already in there. He plces you down on the bathmat, the bath now filled with hot water and deep galatic blue colour from the bath-bomb they pickout, barely visible from under the bubbles floating on top the water.

Rudy removes your -Ghosts- shirt, jokingly complementing you on it, asking where you got it and that it looks good on you. He folds it and puts it on the toilet seat, helping you into the water and making sure you're comfortable, saying he and the other two will be in the other room if you need anything.

The three left you to have your alone time, you laye your head back on to the edge of the tub, letting the water reach your shoulders. Closing your eyes and letting out a sign, feeling the tranquillity relax your muscles, relax your mind, letting it wash away all your problems and stress.

Sudden pain spreads through your lower region, another one then another, the babies kicks become for frequent, shouting out to the guys as you white-knuckle the tub, trying to even your breathing, the door nearly falls off its hinges as it burts open, eyes flying around the room hoping to stop any danger before landing on you, silently asking what's wrong.

"I think my water just broke."

The Nurses gathered around you, shouting out different things, bringing in all sorts of equipment and moving you around, attending to your every need to make sure you're comfortable as possible. They ask your mates to wait in the waiting room, stating having an alpha in the room can cause problems.

All protested, not wanting to miss anything, but left eventually, leaving you alone to deliver the pups.

Johnny was the most reckless, pacing around the waiting room table, König sat in a comically small chair, nervously fidgeting next to Ghost who was giving the smll low growls, irritated by the constant movements.

Price and Graves were oddly calm, sat at opposite ends of the room, being leaders and commanders of hundreds of soldier, it made sense why they were the most calm, Alejandro was too, but not as calm at them.

"I cannae take this any longer" Soap growls, stopping his pacing to look at the double doors that lead to the labour and delivery ward, eyes swimming with impatience and worry.

"It's only been a few hours, sunshine" Price huffs out, moving around his chair, arms crossed over his chest. The hospital has a 'no smoking' rule indoors, no matter how badly he wants a cigar, Price stays put, not wanting to miss the announcement when the pups are born

Four of the eight men in the room groan in response; Alejandro, Rodolfo, Kyle and Johnny. All four were more than excited to meet the little one, they could barley stay still. waiting for one of the nurses to tell them it's ok to see you.

"Who'd you think the fathers are? " Graves pipes up, smug smirk on his face, "What? I'm just asking." he is confident on the question, whether it was to start a fight or it was a genuine question is hard to say

"Obviously it's me."

"Not even close, Johnny."

"What makes you think it's you, Skull-Boy?"

Price closes his eyes and tilts his head back, trying to block out yet another argument, praying a nurse comes soon.

"Könnte ich sein."

"God help our bonnie if it's you, ye Austrian giant."

"That's mean, hermano"

The bickering continues, back and forth, until one of the nurses comes in, standing by the double swing doors, does everyone shut up, listening to what she has to say. "There were a few complications, but that's expected when you have triplets, but mama is healthy and well. You have three healthy baby girls. Congratulations." she says.

Relief floods through the men, three daughters.

"Do you know who the fathers are?" König asks the nurse.

She shakes her head, "The doctor is talking to your mate now, you'll know then. You're welcome to visit them now." She explains before leaving the men in the waiting room.

Two of your babies were sleeping beside you in hospital provided basins, you just got the back after they checked them and did all the necessary procedures. They looked so cute wrapped up in their blankets and hats. Soft, tiny whines here and there could be heard of them every once in a while.

After seeing their faces, their tiny hands clasped around your finger as they took their first breathes, you knew who each of your new childrens fathers were. The resemblance could be seen clear as day.

The door to your room swings open with such force, nearly hitting the wall, "Careful! You'll wake them." you whisper-shout to whoever opened it, looking at your eight partners and the tears in their eyes as you spot the newborns, "Their sleeping!" you say, looking down at th child in your arms.

They all flock around them, Ghost comes over to take the child you're holding from you, stating you need to sleep, Price and Johnny both look at the pup Ghost is now holding, cooing at how cute she is. "The one you're holding his Kyle's" you mutter, sleepily smiling at them, watching their attempt to hold themselves together.

Gaz looks over at the child in the masked man arms, tears lining his waterline, all stopped fighting back tears the second they caught sight of their small pups. Kyle points to himself, as to confirm it's his, you nod to confirm she is indeed his. Ghost hands the man his newborn, the smile on Gaz's face seems to get wider as he looks at his daughter. "And the other two?" he whispers.

"The second girl is Rodolfo's and the third is Alejandro's" You say, trying your hardest to stay awake, the two Mexicans have a face splitting smile, Looking at their children, with such love and adoration in their eyes. "I haven't had a test, but i know their yours, i just know,i can see you in them." The three men nod, you don't need some test to tell that the they were their pups.

"I haven't named them yet, thought you could." you announce, slowly blinking as sleep starts to claim a hold on you.

Price sits next to you on the bed. wrapping an arm around your shouldera, pulling you into his side, " You did great, love, we'll take it from here. Get some rest" he whipsers, careful not to wake the sleeping babies. He presses a kiss to you forehead and you lay your head down on his shoulder.

Finally allowing yourself to sleep. watching as the men coo over the new pups, placing bets on whos next and saying how'll be the next to have children.

translations:

¿Cariño?¿Puedes abrir la puerta? - Sweetheart? Can you open the door?

sí, sólo dinos qué pasa - yes, just tell us what's happening

Estás bien, estás bien, estamos aquí, está bien - You're ok, you're ok, we're here, you're ok

mi amor - my love

te trajecomida, vamos, come - i brought food, come on, eat

Alegrías de Amaranto- Mexican candy made from amaranth seeds and honey or sugar

Licuados - Latin American drink made with milk, fruit and ice

Hermano - Brother

Könnte ich sein - Could be me

[soaps-mohawk]

hello! I know you've sort of answered this before, because I remember you saying that since it's a poly fic, everyone is with everyone. Does that mean we'll see more into the relationships between Ghost and Gaz, Johnny and John, and even Ghost and John in the future? I'm curious about how the dynamic in these relationships is, since we've seen Ghost x Soap and John x Gaz so far. I hope you're having a great day and thank you in advance 💗

Hi anon!!

Yes!! This fic is going to turn into basically an everyone x everyone fic lol. Ghost and Gaz, Ghost and John, John and Johnny, Johnny and Gaz, Ghost and Johnny, Price and Gaz, everybody's gonna get some relationship goodness lol.

Yeah, it's just kind of been the nature of the plot that we've kind of only gotten Ghoap and PriceGaz (and a little GazSoap) so far. Things are gonna be sort of Price (and Gaz) centric for a minute, but then we'll get ample time with the rest of them. I kind of wanted to get reader settled and into her dynamic with everyone before I started to explore the others a bit more. As of Chapter 11, reader's only been with them for almost five weeks so that's not a whole lot of time to really get to know them and sort of figure out your own place plus everyone else's. So as reader gets through her heat here and the claiming and figuring out where she belongs in the dynamic of the pack, we'll start to see these other relationships and their dynamics as well.

[pfhwrittes]

ask game: 1, 2, 3, 9, and 10 (Gaz, Farah, or Alex).

oooh hi friend! i love that you've asked so many questions but i'm going to pop this under a read more / keep reading so i don't clutter anyone's dash 💜

Fandom Ask Game

1.OTP? oh damn okay that's a tricky one. OTP for gaz is definitely soap x gaz! OTP for farah and alex is well... farah x alex! honorary mention to soap x ghost though.

2.OT3? ooooh noooo this is hard! i'm a sucker for poly romance (as a poly person myself) and i'm finding it so hard to narrow down to just one OT3! if you really have to twist my arm there's just something about gaz x soap x reader fics that get me.

3.NoTP? conversely, this is dead easy for me. anything involving graves is a solid NOPE for me!

9.Write a recommendation of someone else's fic you enjoyed! look i can't recommend one fic of @391780's because there are SO many that i love (special shout out to into your veins for having both zombies AND vampires). i'm currently obsessed with @cordeliawhohung's PS!Gaz series because sheeeeeeeesh 😮‍💨 and i'll always have a soft spot for @syoddeye's For the Record. i don't actually have any recommendations for alex or farah centric fics and that's a crying shame honestly.

10.What's your favourite piece of fanart for [Gaz, Farah or Alex]?

oh shit hmm one sec, let me pull up my archive so i can link them for you below:

favourite gaz fanart favourite farah fanart favourite alex fanart

thanks for asking friend!

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[cod-dump]

Ghost: I don’t care about anyone. Fuck them

Alejandro: … you were hugging Soap earlier and sobbing because he was talking about going home for leave

Alejandro: Gaz went on a mission earlier this month and you have called him every single day to make sure he’s doing okay

Alejandro: You literally have been following Price around like he has a leash on you. You have to be in the same room as him or you get all sad and weird

Alejandro: You’ve been complaining about Rudy not coming with me to visit and that “you’re not sure how long you can go without seeing sunlight”

Alejandro: You’re sitting on my lap right now because you are, and I quote, “Deficient in Ale energy because you don’t get to see me enough”

Ghost, tightening his hold on Alejandro: maybe I care a little bit. Partially fuck them

[cod-dump]

Soap: One time I was making out with Ghost and at one point it felt like he was trying to eat my face

Gaz: He likes to bite

Soap: I- *stares*

Gaz: … what?

Soap, firmly: Have you kissed him before?

Gaz: Who hasn’t kissed Ghost?

Soap: *gasps*

Gaz: Don’t act surprised! He made out with Alejandro last time we were in Las Almas

Soap: IS THAT WHAT THEY WERE DOING?!

Price, passing by: You’re not very observant, are you sergeant?

[cod-dump]

Piercings

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Soap: *staring at Price*

Price, while writing something: Something on your mind, Johnny?

Soap: The mark on your brow… did you have a piercing?

Price: Hm? I did, actually

Soap: You had a brow piercing? No way-

Price: Had my nose pierced, too. And my ears… and a few other places

Soap: … you’re lying

Ghost, walking into the room: Is who lying?

Soap: Price says he used to have a lot of piercings!

Ghost: Oh- Nah, not old man John

Price, glaring: I’m five years older than you, Simon

Ghost: Keyword ‘older’

Soap: Do you have pictures?

Price: Eh… somewhere… maybe back home…

Soap & Ghost: *intense staring*

Price: … I’ll have a look

(one month later)

Soap, busting into Gaz’s office: KYLE HOLY SHIT

Gaz: *yelps and spills his tea*

Ghost: *shoves past Soap and slams several pictures onto the desk*

Ghost: LOOK

Gaz: Wha- OH MY GOD

*Several of the pictures are of a younger Price. One showing him with a pierced brow, ears, septum, and with his tongue sticking out showing it was also pierced. The most recent photo had Price with his ears still pierced, one sporting a industrial*

Gaz: WOW

Soap: SINCE WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN???

Ghost: I feel so conflicted WHY DOES THIS LOOK GOOD??

Gaz: WHY WOULD YOU CURSE THIS UPON ME? THIS IS ALL I’M EVER GONNA THINK ABOUT FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE

Soap: WHAT ELSE DID HE HAVE PIERCED?

Gaz & Ghost: AHHHHHHHH-

(with Price)

Price: I have a feeling I’m going to regret giving them those photos…

Nik: What photos?

Price: Gave the boys photos of when I still had all those piercings

Nik: … John, those were FOR ME ONLY-