price please domesticate me

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But you didn't ask anyone else. You asked ghost, under the dimly lit awning of the pub, "can i fuck you, si?"

"You already do, love," ghost points out with a mumble around his cigarette. He lights it and takes a drag, exhales slowly "an' not here."

"I don't mean like that, si." You huff, knock your ankle against his bad one pointedly "I mean can I fuck you. As in with a cock. I bought a strap and...well."

Ghost takes a moment to raise both brows at you, deadpan. He takes great pleasure in silently judging you before shrugging "alright. But I want my tea."

Which is how ghost ends up sprawled naked on your bed that you really should size up, nearly taking up the whole mattress.

"Christ, simon..." you whisper, kneeling between spread thighs. Ghost is big in the way important things are big. More than just size, his entire presence takes up space. Meaty thighs covered in scars lazily drop open to reveal an already prepped hole, and you drag your eyes up a round stomach and fat tits to see ghosts smirk "don't trust me to do it myself?"

Ghost hikes a leg higher, loops his ankle behind your hip and rubs the leather of the strap into skin "wanted to make it easy for your first time, sweetie."

God, you love him.

You smile, notch the head of the strap against his rim. The minute twitch if his abdomen makes your cunt ache, "ready, si?"

With a firm, slow, thrust you push in. Torn between watching the silicone slide into ghost or watching the sudden pinch of his brow or the way he tosses his head back with a pleased groan "fuck, okay. Keep going–"

You do, a bit awkwardly at first. You're using muscles you previously didn't need to, trying to adjust and finding yourself wholly frustrated that you can't get the angle you want while ghost is too busy whining under you to really help.

"Fuck– okay, hold still–" you grunt, having enough and all together shoved ghosts thigh up and hooking his calf over your shoulder so you can thrust down to the base and–

"Wait– wait fuck–!" Ghost seizes, stomach tightening and back arching and his orgasm hits sharp and sudden. Thick ropes shoot across his chest while ghost moans and huffs through his teeth like he's trying to fight himself from grinding further onto the strap.

"Woah." You mumble once he's finally down. You wear there's a puddle under you at this point by how wet you are.

Ghost groans, breathes. He cracks one eye open and motions you to crawl up his chest. "I'm not getting up again, lovie. C'mere, you need a reward."

Ghost who corners you against a wall, the width of him caging you in, arm above your head. He looks a bit crazed, a bit too animal and a bit too blood hungry when he grunts "i saw a deer on the side of the road, once."

"Legs twisted up in a bloody mess, gravel red underneath. It kept on twitchin', starin' at me." He leans in close, breath hot on your ear. You can feel the body heat radiating off of him when ghosts hand hovers over your bicep, "i killed it. Didn't have a gun, had to use my knife. Quick. Merciful."

Ghost leans back far enough to stare you in the eyes.

"You remind me of that deer," ghosts hand retreats, but he stays caging you in. "Staring at me all the time. Beggin' for that knife."

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He got out, proved his worth and survived past his handlers. Price became the man he is today in spite of the programming, the training, the agony. He may have moved from out of the cage into the muzzle, but now he has room to pace and a team to care for.

He also has you. A gift from the higher-ups.

You expected captain price to be like all the rest. You've been through plenty of handlers by now.

But he looks at you, matches up the destruction in your file with the body in front of him. The first time your new handler touches you is a warm hand on the base of your neck, familiar in it's power and different in it'd intent. "C'mon, kid, let's get you settled."

Price...adapts to you. Treats you like the thing you are. Human, but not yet a person.

"Here, stay." He tells you whenever you enter a room, always choosing a comfortable spot with all the exits visible. You notice that it makes ghost frown sometimes in...jealousy? But he just ends up next to you before price grabs your attention with "sitrep, kid, do you need anything?"

You eat your meals in his office, train with him and find you don't need to hold back. Your routine follows his. Price's routine is shockingly similar to yours, but...better? You ache less, you sleep more.

Months later, you won't notice that he's made you more person than weapon all without your intent. Not until he goes MIA and you move handlers like the object you are.

No one knows your name, but everyone knows you're "ghost whisperer" which, in your opinion, is a shit nickname.

Why that name? Because you're the only one ghost listens to.

If anyone needs anything from ghost, reports, papers, signatures or anything else, they go through you. Because through you it actually gets done instead of brushed off or on rare occasions spitefully burned.

The current rumor is that, being prices kid, you're protected by the captain and ghost has to listen to you.

Other rumors include you and ghost having a...different kind of relationship.

The truth?

Nearly every Saturday you and ghost meet up late into the night at one of the gyms your friend owns, and you beat the shit out of him. As it happens, the way to earn ghosts respect is to accidentally send him to medical at least once every few months.

Something to pull your leg a bit, but nothing more. Tease the new guy who's been getting to know the team, right?

Sure, maybe it was a bit of a juvenile joke, but it only felt fitting. Considering you're the smallest of the team, not quite strong or big as the others yet, affectionately termed 'runt' by ghost.

That's why soap was sneaking up behind you in the gym, using all his SAS training not to be detected while his hands hovered near your gym shorts. He meant only to yank them a bit and startle you, but wildly miscalculated and—

Soap trips and yanks both your shorts and boxers down in front of the whole team.

"Soap! What the hell!" You hiss, face burning as you quickly pull your clothes back on. He gets a firm, thorough kick to the side and ends up wheezing on the floor.

Everyone is dead silent, shocked.

Because somehow, the nerdy recruit who hates confrontation and hardly talks to anyone has a huge dick.

Like, the kind that has gaz whispering in the lockers "it's bigger than yours, ghost." With quiet awe.

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Soap genuinely petitions for a psyche eval after ghost claims "that's my promised, johnny. Don't touch 'em."

He has no interest in bonding with anyone on base, so he mostly keeps to himself. That, paired with the fact he's naturally stealthy, means people don't pay attention to him before spilling their secrets all over the floor.

Ghost has been witness to many phonecalls, arguments, shared rumors. He keeps every bit og information tucked into his front pocket.

Until he meets you, price's kid. In some bar you doesn't frequent, dragged out for your father's bi-yearly socialization so he can still convince himself he's a good dad.

A good dad who is currently on the other side of the bar from you, chatting up some woman who could be your older sister. You sneer at the display, lean closer to ghost to whisper "you know he's been divorced five times?"

To your shock, ghost happily adds "you know two of those were secretaries he met on base? One of them 'cause he got her pregnant."

"No!" You gasp, turn fully to ghost almost too gleefully. No one ever wants to shit-talk your dad. "Seriously? Is that the one who tried to kill him?"

"Mhmmm," ghost nods along. He takes one of the greasy chips from your plate but you don't mind because he points to garrick whom you've met twice before "last one caught him an' garrick snoggin in her own bed."

"Seriously!?" You whisper-shout, too damn happy.

You, the kid who stubbornly says no more than a single word when talking to any of prices friends, can't seem to shut up that night. You and ghost bond for hours exchanging gossip and bitching about others. He learns all about your professors and you learn about government secrets only to gossip about the people involved.

Your dad ends up taking that pretty lady home and forgetting about you, so you and ghost go back to his place to watch movies and pass out.

Quite literally the only thing keeping ghost out of medical were the sandwiches you'd make him Tuesday and Thursday.

An Italian sub, loaded with freshly toasted cheese and meats. In between the lettuce, little vitamins and supplements. Without fail, ghost is too busy scarfing down his food without much chewing to notice the pills you added.

Until he starts leaving bits on the plate, telling you he already ate earlier. For once, you're glad that ghost is actually listening to his body instead of forcing himself to overeat.

....wait a second.

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When he can't see his own skin next to yours. He stays hidden under long sleeves and and pants even when it's just the two of you. Ghost doesn't believe you when you tell him he's beautiful.

"Ugly fuckin' mug, should be a sin jus' to touch you." He whispers into your neck, bodies still sweaty, hidden in the dark. The web of burned tissue over his chest snug against your back.

"I don't know what you see in me." When your hands wander down the length of his arm. Fingertips jumping over neat rows of raised scars, broken by potholes made of shrapnel and bad nights.

"It's fuckin' disgusting, is what it is." When the side of his face brushes your cheek, his lips kissing your jaw. Words never form quite right with all the scar tissue pulling at his mouth.

He would rather tell you ten times over how wrong you are about him than to accept that you love him. You do. You love him. You love every inch of him, the hills and valleys of scars and the warp of ink over the worst of them, the way he laughs like a broken engine, the way he leans to the left side when he's tired.

He's a high presentation hybrid. Chelicerea hidden under mask, spinnerets on his wrist, two pairs of legs from his back that look ripped straight from a giant spider. Hybrids with half the traits he has are avoided by most.

The worst part is the legs. Giant monstrous things.

Ghost tends to keep them folded behind his back, but they cramp and ache and it's hard to read his environment without feeling vibrations or sensory through them. People put up with it on base...barely. he knows what they say about it behind his back.

That is, until he meets you.

You, some new mechanic that he's half-convinced is connected to nik somehow. The first time you see his extra legs, you gasp "wow! Oh my god, those are so cute!"

Before ghost can really react, you're reaching out to run your hand along the last segment of one of his legs. The sensory input makes his brain freeze long enough for you to flip it and run your hands along the underside "aww! It's just like cat paws!"

"W-what." Ghost stares, blank, confused. No one's ever called him cute.

"Your legs! Awww and you even have little kitty claws!" You smile, hook your finger under his claws. Ghost blushes down to his chest at the compliment, unused to ever being seen as anything other than creepy.

Not the usual insane ghost workout that makes newbies cringe, but the kind that has him spilling blood onto the mats underneath the punching bags. Knuckles raw and red, face turned into a deep scowl.

Stood of to the side in the doorway, you sip a coffee. Gaz finally tilts his head after staring, having watched ghost push himself too far on the weights "he okay?"

"Yep. He just needs to get it out of his system." You huff, mostly here to babysit your boyfriend. A younger you would have begged him to stop, but you know there's really no avoiding when he gets like...this. "give him a bit to even out."

"What happened?" Kyle tears open a bag of crisps, hands you one.

"He dropped me while we were fucking against the wall." Your ass still hurts like hell from it. Gaz splutters and chokes next to you, doubles over to cough on his just eaten snack. "I told him it was fine, but he hates seeing me hurt."

"Christ— seriously?" Across the room, ghost returns back to the weights. You smile knowing you'll get to massage his biceps tonight. "I didn't think the guy could get it up."

"Oh he doesn't struggle with that, I promise." You chuckle, cast a glance at gaz.

He's light enough, you're sure. You know ghost better than he knows himself, and you explicitly remember how he and gaz spar on weekends. "hey, you ever been fucked against a wall? I'm sure si' would want to practice without hurting me."

"WHAT—" gaz flusters, more embarrassed than you've seen him...ever, really.

"I wouldn't mind it!" Ghost calls from across the empty gym, rough and low and more growl than anything else. "Cute ass, I've been dreamin' aboot it!"

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[Based off this blurb] hehehe yessss it's so easy to trigger ghosts mama instincts.

Even after he's hormonally evened out, he'll go full mama bird if you come running to him with wet eyes and unhappy scent. He's extremely in-tune to your emotions and will absolutely "respond accordingly"

Meaning he does in fact try to strangle price the first time you meet the alpha because he made a mean joke about omegas from his time. You're sat in the nest lookin like (;;) because price joked about omegas not knowing how to be independent.