#oc dingo

cw: nsfw under the cut, mdni, John Price talks Dingo through it

When Johnny walks into the small personal rec room the shares with the others, it’s oddly silent besides the sounds of Dingo making coffee with the proper machine Laswall somehow signed off on getting.

Price, Kyle and Simon are watching Dingo intently, eyes burning into their back. “Whit ye lookin’ at?” Johnny asks.

Simon stands and turns Johnny to face Dingo. “Luv, make a coffee fo’ Johnny too?” He asks.

Dingo tosses a fake annoyed look over their shoulder. “You’re lucky I can reach the top shelf.” They mutter and open the cupboard and get on their tiptoes to reach for another mug.

Automatically Johnny’s eyes trail to where their shirt rides up their back and- Johnny lets out a silent gasp, hand covering his mouth in shock, his knees goes weak and if it wasn’t for Simon right behind him to lift him back up, he would of surely fallen.

Right there, right in between those little back dimples all the lads love to dig their thumbs in and/or kiss, is the task force insignia tattooed. Dingo has a fucking trampstamp their insignia, marking them permanently as the task force.

“Steamin’ Jesus…” Johnny mumbles.

“Huh?” Dingo asks, looking over their shoulder to him.

“Ye’ go’ us marked on ya?!”

“Oh yeah, I figured that happened the same time as the nipple piercings.”

“My shirt…?” They sound confused.

“Why does it say ‘Employee of the Month’ with a Stormtrooper on it? Not exactly military regulation.”

“It’s for May Fourth, you know ‘May the fourth be with you’?” Dingo shrugs. “And when were you so picky about regulation? Gonna make Soap cut his hair?”

Price rubs his forehead. “You’re a Star Wars fan. Look just because it’s Star Wars day doesn’t mean you can wear what you want.”

First one Dingo started growing feelings for was Kyle, always sweet, always smiling. He saved a seat for them regardless of the circumstances: breakfast/lunch/dinner, meetings, heli rides, always next to him.

It started subtle at first. Lingering touches, longing gazes, Dingo leaning their head against his shoulder to rest. Shared meals in his room. That’s where the first kiss they shared was. Dingo was hesitant, having noticed the way their Captain had watched them.

“It’s okay luv, no one is here to judge us.” Kyle had whispered as they fell back onto his bed.

~

Next, surprisingly enough, was Simon. He had once entered into there room with a tinned box of cookies. Dingo gave him a strange look.

“You tell no one of this.” He grumbled, sitting down on Dingo’s bed. He grabbed the stuffed penguin Dingo always slept with; a slice of home, of normalacy, and opened the tin. Sewing supplies were inside as well as cotton.

“It’s well loved but needs more stuffin’.” Is all he said before teaching Dingo how to gently pick apart the seam, re-stuff and sow it back together. The penguin looked brand new.

A small pit of shame twisted in Dingo’s gut.

~

John was considerate when getting to know Dingo, never invading their privacy but always lingering. A well placed hand here and there, always within reach. And the praise he showered them with was… oddly comforting.

“Did good today, pup, think you deserve a round on me.”

It was while out for drinks, the alcohol making Dingo more relaxed, that the topic of Kyle came up. Their face flushed and they looked everywhere but at John.

“I’m sorry, Cap. He’s just so sweet to me, makes me feel like…”

“You’re most the important thing in the world.” He finishes for them. “I should know, I taught him well.” Dingo’s eyes widen and start stumbling over another apology, thinking they’ve overstepped. “Nothing to be sorry for, he told me of his intentions early on and I encouraged him, just didn’t wanna spook you off if I tried at the same time.”

“It’s not that though… Simon…”

John chuckles. “He’s been wanting to share you since you body slammed that Rookie.”

~

Johnny was last, mostly because of embarrassment about what happened with the stuffed penguin. Dingo had finally pieced together that the taskforce was more than just a team though it wasn’t explicitly said what they were.

They shuffle on their feet as they knock at Johnny’s door. Simon open’s, shirtless but still with a mask on. “I’ll give you two privacy.” He says, stepping back to grab his shirt.

Dingo walks in, standing around awkwardly as Simon leans down to Johnny as he lays in his bed, pressing their foreheads together in something feels for intimate than watching a kiss. Simon does the same to Dingo, their muscles immediately releasing tension they didn’t know they were holding.

When they finally look at Johnny, he’s grinning from ear to ear. “Took ye’ long ‘nough ta come ‘round. Ye forgive meh for invadin’ ye room and leavin’ ye penguin defenceless?” Dingo rolls their eyes before climbing into his bed to cuddle with him.

A/N: I’m spoiling you guys with two posts in 1hr haha

Like I’m just so in love 🥰

And here she is with Johnny

Her shirt says “Ask Me How Much I Lift” if anyone was wondering. She once deadlifted like 150kg, the men decided to do the chores from then on.

I love this art so much! Thank you @total-killer-brainrot 😘😘

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“Anyone got a fag I can bum?” They ask.

It’s silent for five seconds.

“Whut?” Ghost asks.

“A fag, a durrie?” Dingo asks again. Everyone stares. “A fuckin’ smoke!”

“Since when do you smoke?!” Price asks, bewildered.

“It’s not an everyday thing, just do it to help calm down sometimes.” Dingo explains.

“Who got ya started?” Kyle asks.

“Some lieutenant that goes by the names of Smokes.” Dingo shrugs.

“You’re quittin’.” Soap speaks up.

“The fuck I am! You can’t tell me what to do!”

The colour drains from Dingos face as they all glare at them.

~

Everyone is leaning against the building, smoking outside so they don’t stink up the place. John has a cigar. Simon, Johnny and Kyle have their own cigarettes. Dingo stands besides them, puffing on a bubble blower.