just some food for thought 💭 imagine being ghost’s civilian roommate who hates price despite still having yet to even meet him.
hear me out; it’s like how my mom will vent to me about her incompetent coworkers and I will automatically develop a one-sided vendetta on principle, except it’s the reader hearing about john from simon and noticing red flags all over the place. if they ever do meet the captain, they won’t try that hard to hide their contempt. they’re like a cat.
ghost will be of absolutely no help should price try to bring it up with him. it’s like that vine “it don’t bite.” “YES IT DO!”
anon I totally get what you mean. I had a bully coworker that I’d rant to my family about and even though it’s a lot better with her, my dad still calls her the cranky old cow 😂 anyway here you go, hope you enjoy it 😁
cw: toxic!price, oblivious!simon. reader is described as tiny but lets be honest, anyone standing next to Simon is tiny.
Simon sighs as he steps into the apartment, the smell of roast greeting him immediately, making his stomach growl. He pulls off his mask just as you round the corner.
“Si! You’re home.” You greet him happily, the brightest smile he has seen in months. “Made your favourite, just like you asked.”
Inside the dining room is a spread of roast lamb with gravy, roast vegetables and rosemary potato, just like his Mama used to make.
“Thanks, gonna be the best meal I’ve had since I was last here. Price had me only eating MRE’s as the other lads needed the food more.” He comments, thinking nothing of it as he sits down at the table.
He doesn’t seem the way your left eye twitches slightly.
“Come on, you know how to do this. Jab the nose then a headlock!” He tells you as he tests your self defence that he’s taught you in the past.
You do as he says, fitting his nose with the palm of your hand instead of your fist like you should. The result of which makes you end up in a headlock. Your panting and sweat is dripping down your jaw when Simon lets go.
“We can stop here. You’re lucky I’m the one teaching you and not Price. He’d always make me training until he was satisfied, sometimes I’d pass out.” He tells you, again not fixing how your jaw clenches and you ball your fists, thinking his training is normal.
You can’t help but yelp when you walk to the kitchen in the middle of the night to get some water, Simon standing there in the dark.
“Jesus Christ, Si! Scared me half to death, thought you were asleep.” You say, hand on your chest, heart pounding hard.
He shrugs. “Don’t sleep good no more.”
“What? I thought we fixed that before you left?”
“Price had me doing a lot of the overnight watches while we were out, the other lads needed their sleep more.” He explains, putting on the kettle to make himself a tea.
“… When do I get to meet this ‘Price’?”
“I’m telling ya, Cap, they want to meet ya.” Simon assures his Captain.
“And it’s because they like me? Not for some nefarious reason, Ghost?” Price asks, adjusting his collar like he’s on a first date.
“Cap, they’re a tiny thing, couldn’t hurt you, let alone a fly. It’ll be fine.” S-Ghost assures him.
When you walk into the bar, Ghost waves you over and the two men stand to greet you.
“You must be the roommate I hear a lot about, I’m John Pri-.”
Before Price even finishes his sentence, you’ve jabbed him hard in the nose. There’s a crack and blood as Price stumbles back, caught off guard as the pain makes tears well in his eyes unprompted. Before he can regain himself, his arm is tugged up so it’s pressed awkwardly against his head, his knee gets kicked out from under him and an arm wraps around his neck, squeezing.
“Fucking hell, now you put the training to use?” Simon asks you as you choke his Captain out.
