Sam

So you were brought in to help with that, once the pick up was in route, you went out to get everybody there- whether by force or not. Like when Soap had gotten separated and somewhat refused to get going just due to the fact he was “on a roll”, you dipped you head, and just hard stared at him.

Just stood there, big ol eyes glued to him, not moving even with him fire flying past you. Was safe to say Soap followed quick after that.

That was the whole thing, if someone was unable to get to the pick up zone in time due to whatever the case was, you’d go sniff em out, then stare at them for long enough till they eventually come with you- which never takes long.

However, no one was informed that you’d also be doing this on base. Like the time you gave Gaz the herd stare, just to have him give up his chips. Or Soap when he sat on your side of the couch in the rec room and wanted him to move.

Though Price and Ghost are really affected by this. You’re only able to do this to price a handful of time, usually when he’s so tired that he just gives in- but only when the thing you want is reasonable. Ghost- well it just doesn’t work on Ghost.

They’ll still do there job obviously, however when there is downtime, it’s nap time.

Price was trying to find you, maybe to give you an assignment or maybe to just see where you wondered off to. About an hour and a half of him looking for you, he found you on the roof of the building, baking in the sun like slab of meat on a grill. To be honest he thought you had cooked all the way through due to the fact he couldn’t wake you up and had to hall your ass down.

Soap looooves when you nap. That man is like a walking heater, and you’re basically a walking ice pack. If the team can’t find either of you, that means your both past out somewhere cuddling like the perfect match.

Ghost- doesn’t really liked being touched, unless he’s the one initiating it. Like when he’s just gotten done breaking in some of the new recruits and being in the hot sun for hours, his next mission is to find you.

When he does, he picks you up and slings you over his back, keeping you there like a massive ice pack. It is a bit odd to see him giving you a piggy back ride around the base wheel you sleep, but everyone gets used to it eventually.

Now I’m not saying that if the insert being short means there immediately weak, IM just saying that, why do they alwasy have to be small petite little things?

When I imagine a women on the 141 team, I imagine either one of two things:

That the the women is buff as shit and can take care of her own

Or

Does have mussel and is a lesbian

Everyone always appreciated it, even after a more somber and gruesome missions, you always had something to help loosen the air.

You and Soap where close because of that, Ghost didn’t seem to mind you being around him a little longer then others, you and Gaz where alway talking shit or gossip or chatting away at stuff for hours, and you and Price where good smoking pals since you could fill the air with stories and chatter.

But there was one thing everyone knew, they didn’t know anything about you- well, more personal stuff that is to say.

Sure that was how a lot of people where, Ghost never really talked about his past, Soap never talked about his family, Gaz never said anything about his parents, and Price never said anything about all the subjects. But there where alway moment,

Soap slipping something to Ghost about why he never had any family photos up in his flat off base, Gaz trusting Price with information about his past, Ghost even once invited Soap back into his flat for a weekend.

But you? Nothing. Sure you’ve talked about the people you’ve dated, what you did in your off days, and when you’re a little more tipsy, things about your sex life.

All stuff the team have talked about before as a collective when out or even when in there own smaller groups and hangouts.

You were like a ghost, no one truly knew about you, only surface level things. You where apart of this team, you stood by one another in blood, sweat, and near death experiences.

One would think that you would be a little more open about things.

And Ghost noticed.

He saw the way you would clam up when someone would ask you about your past at bars, how you would give some vague answers like “oh y’know, normal stuff, live with my parents and sisters- had a dog blah blah blah” then promptly change the subject hoping no one wouldn’t ask further.

The story would change, obviously. Some days you used to have a dog, others had a cat. Live with your family before the divorce of your parents, had a sister or brother, sometimes both or even neither.

One day his curiosity got the better of him, he didn’t know why he was doing this but something in him wanted to find out. He had pulled your file- or what there was of it.

The Manila folder was thin, and quite frankly, sad looking. He sat at his desk, it was late at night so no one was up, so there wasn’t a high risk of anyone finding him like this. For some reason, it took a lot of string pulling for him to get this file, and of Price ever found out he’d definitely get his ass served to him in some way.

Most of the information in the file was redacted, nothing but black lines filling in what little pages that where in it.

There was nothing. Literally nothing about your past. Not who you where, not your parents, nor family, medical records where zipped out, any kind of history on you, gone.

He didn’t know why, and he knew that for some reason this went higher then what he initially thought.

He doesn’t care what anyone thinks, it’s the last thing he’s thinking about is how people perceive him. In the end, your family does like him, even your friends like him.

But the only person that he truly wants that person to like, is your stupid fat cat.

The day you brought Simon back to you place once things started getting serious, he was met with the fattest, fluffiest, meanest looking cat he’s ever seen.

He’s had people not like him, hell he’s had people try and kill him- it’s his job. But he’s never had some feline give him the most dirtiest look ever. He looks like he was personally offended by his presence.

Your white and orange Persian cat, who was 9 years old, Charlie, hated Simon. But Simon will be damned to lose to a cat, because he somehow always wins.

You love that cat like it’s the only thing giving you joy, Simon even wonders if you love the cat more than him. He feels like that cat will go out of his way to make even the smallest tasks a nightmare.

Scratch up 4 of his balaclava, leaving the shreds near the couch for him to find. Pissed in two pares of his shoes, sits directly next to you when Simon is going to sit with you, and hisses and bites him every time he gets REMOTELY near him.

It makes you laugh seeing how your boyfriend and cat are now sworn enemies, but you’re not gonna interfere- it’s pure entertainment.

He’s close, at least Simon thinks he’s is, to winning this cat over.

So you’d be surprised when they are out your place for a visit, and see that you have this very tubby tuxedo cat named Mr kitty. It was the most loving cat they have ever met.

It would come up and rub against their legs, lay on people’s chests and purr. And they can only imagine there surprise when you start yelling at it when it’s on the counter. Ok well not yelling, but calling him fat

Like dont get em wrong, the one incident where soap falls into water when its freezing outside and there not able to get warm enough- reader is just laying on top oh him like a giant pocket warmer.

HOWEVER, sometimes its just cild on base, and Ghost will just barge into readers room when there half asleep, sling them over there sholder, and just walk around the place like that. You get a free piggy back ride- along with nap- and Ghost gets to be a little warmer.

Price whos hands seem to always be cold seems so just walk up behind you and stick his hands under your shirt. Not in any kind of sexual way either, when he can finally feel his fingers again he just pulls back and walks away.

“WHY- WHY IS YOUR TOWEL JUST ON YOUR WAIST??”

Female! Reader, who just got out the shower and has only a towel around her waist and tits fully out “to assert my dominance”

“What??”

“The worst kind of evil in this world is a middle aged white women”- Soap

“I am a very small man with an ego like glass”-Ghost

“You either become the hero or fuck long enough to become the villain”-Gaz

“There’s gay everywhere”-Price

“Ugh my right knee hurts…weather must be bad tomorrow”-Nik

Yall pile into the car- whos car? Well yours! Because no one else wabted to drive- but that’s beside the point. Well to be fair, one good point is that you get to control the radio- and oh BOY was that a whip lash for everyone else.

Because one moment its playing songs like bark like you want it, baby got back, Nasty dog, and Plaything, Sloppy seconds, Ick, Freek-A-Leek, and Dick

Then suddenly changing to To The Hellfire, The fool, and Baba Yaga

Then also changing too the cha cha slide and Under our spell

“with the the the the the the-…yes” and the question was just Ghost asking if weather or not you liked the left over soup from takeout.

“Pashta- pashat? Pashat. oh for fuckes sake- PASTA” to Price when you where talking about hat you made for dinners on your days off.

“Yeah and-…uh, that thing. The part of a fridge taht keeps things extra cold- thing that can make ice-“ “the freezer?” “Yes” was the conversation between you and Gaz after forgetting the word freezer