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You will be remembered as a hero. ________

Your tiktok feed has been filled with spouses packing lunch for their husbands, making neat little meals. You thought it would be fun to film your own!

"Come pack my husbands lunch for a fourteen hour shift!" You happily narrate, ready to show off the meal for ghost that you have down to a science.

One container of last nights leftovers for him to eat in the morning when he gets in. A fresh sandwich with sauce on the side to avoid soggy bread. Beans, rice, and steamed veggies in another box. Of course, the insulated thermos gets some hot soup to keep him warm throughout the day. Two electrolyte drinks, two water bottles though you know he always forgets to drink them.

As always, you make sure to fill it with snacks for him to pick at through the day. Crisps, trail mix, those gummy worms he loves to much.

All that is topped with a hand-written note, though you don't let the camera see that. It's private between you and ghost!

You post the video and move on with your day, only to become upset when you see the comments on it a few days later.

"No way he eats all that!"

"That's just for show. Totally unrealistic! No one needs all those snacks!"

"Do you not expect him to come back for three days??"

The solution? Responding with a video of your beloved husband at dinner that night.

Ghost, a giant of a man hunched over his plate and scarfing down pasta. It's a bit difficult to film, seeing as He's holding your hand like the clingy man he is. Still. You think the sheer size of him and the hunger he has speaks for itself.

The comments after that seem to come to a consensus

"Actually? Absolutely valid. Keep feeding him."

After that, you occasionally post the food you cook for you and your husband and watch in delight as people comment in awe.

Part 2 of the mershark soap and pirate ghost comic

the fish is making a ton of scary sounds and ghost can't risk them being found

Part 1 of a little comic for mershark soap and pirate ghost :)

They've worked with you before on the field, gaz personally scouted you after a week-long op. Brilliant in combat, a deadly force. By all means, you should blend with the team.

Except...you don't, not really.

You're social, yes, but you seem to stutter around group meals. Something the team uses as a crutch for low-stakes bonding.

Gaz is the one to notice it first, how you always pick at your plate before eating it, as if trying to convince yourself to do so. You'll eat the meat after a moment, but the rest goes largely ignored.

So you're picky, that's no big deal as long as you're eating. Or, at least it isn't until Kyle and ghost step out for a smoke one night and find you rummaging through the trash.

You pop up with a bit of turkey from two days ago in your mouth, and stare them straight in the eyes before swallowing the rest of it, ruffling your feathers casually. "Evening."

"Sergeant. What the fuck." Gaz grimaces, stomach churning at even the thought of that taste. More than that, worried sick about what the hell drove you to eat that "are you okay?"

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" You very carefully try to remain casual.

"You. You just wait rotting meat. From the trash!" Gaz waves a hand between you and the dumpster "is the food here not adequate? Do you need substitutes? Special vitamins? What's wrong—"

"Better flavor, innit?" Ghost interrupts, lighting up a smoke and eyeing you almost jealously.

Gaz mentally notes to never let you or ghost to your devices on solo missions. Who knows what you freaks would do with a corpse.

"No. Absolutely not." He pinches the bridge of his nose, lip curled in irritation, before looking at you "if you want old meat, toss some in a container and keep it in your room or something, I don't care. Stop eating from the damn trash. can't have you choking on glass."

Ghost scoffs next to him, no doubt already planning to bully gaz for his "natural leadership" later tonight.

You're still a bit shocked it was...that easy.

No excessive groans of disgust. No demands to eat normally. Just, a safer alternative. Huh.

Stray dog 💀🧼

Well, he doesn't do aftercare for himself. John has the decency to wipe you off and make sure you're okay, you wouldn't keep coming back to him otherwise, but when you try to look after him? Complete shut down.

"C'mon, sir, let me take care of you—" you beg for the third time, giving price your best pleading eyes. You run your hand over the hair on his chest, one leg hooked over his waist in that way you know he secretly likes.

"I'm fine." He grunts, shutting down already. Tensing up, about to push you off and escape like he always does when you lean foreward.

"Awww, no fun, sir. At least a kiss?" You pout, holding his jaw and pressing your lips to his. The faint taste of smoke and whisky on his tongue, mixed with the flavor of you.

Price jolts suddenly, pulls back, eyes narrowed "what the hell did i just swallow?"

Your delighted smile is the last thing price sses.

....only to wake up...still in bed? But, no, the sheets have been changed, and price feels different. Mouth minty, teeth brushed when he runs his tongue over them. He smells clean, too, as if he took a shower. Not to mention how for once his knees don't ache to the core.

He narrows his eyes at the ceiling. His wrists are cuffed to the bed.

...there's a weight on his chest, fingers curling into the hair between pecs.

"Glad you're awake, sir. Have some soup cooling off for you." Your voice drifts up.

Really, price should have expected it. That the one person willing to sleep with him consistently is also willing to fucking drug him for the sole purpose of aftercare.

It is VERY important to smooch your sergeant pre, mid and post mission.

Omg yesss but also a dynamic i love is established gaz x weird!ghost that can go one of two ways🤤

First way: ghost shyly pointing out reader at their local bar, because he's been watching you frequent the place for weeks but he's on a strict "no first contact" rule after he tried to flirt last time

Gaz coming up to you, smooth talking, honeyed words and warm touches. He's charming in the practiced way most military guys fail to be, handsome, too. Only for him to say "me and my partner were hoping to get to know you" and you look over his shoulder to see six foot-no way ghost just stood staring dead-eyed at you in the back corner.

Fucking somehow you end up dating them?? You swear it's sorcery.

Second way: ghost disappears for a week, not unusual of him, only to come back with weird!reader at his heels. Ghost proudly showing off his new find to gaz. Apparently you both bonded over the invasive bugs you found on a dead deer on the side of the road.

And gaz, because he is horribly in love with ghost and all his weirdness, is fucking obsessed with you too.

He has never once failed any of your requests....until today, it seems.

"Gaz, baby, you better come home smelling like that tomorrow." You had whispered in his ear last night after hours of sex. Not that you two never fucked, but he swears you were trying to kill him that night, face tucked into the crook of his neck.

Gaz doesn't want to admit defeat, but he's crawled through the entire base. Sniffing everything like a fucking dog trying to identify what smell had rubbed off on him. He didn't leave base, followed his normal schedule yesterday, so eventually he should find it.

He's in the middle of helplessly sniffing soap bottles in the hopes he accidentally grabbed someone else's when ghost walks in, post–...whatever he does to workout. He raises a brow at gaz sniffing the soap bottle, but says nothing.

Gaz knows ghost wont say shit about it, given everything he's walked in on ghost doing and—

Wait.

....gaz takes a much to obvious sniff in ghosts general direction.

....that's the smell. Gaz remembers the sparring he did yesterday, how ghost seemed very keen on grapples that time. The smell that had you jumping gazs bones last night was the smell of his lieutenant covered in dirt and sweat.

Gaz contemplates for a moment, looks ghost up and down. He's far from a turn-off, thats for sure. Easily both of your types.