#platonic cod

So which of the 141 do you think would have issues with it, get a kid of their own, or else wise? If you think others would follow suit, do you think they'd set up play dates? How would the kids react? Would it help them being sort of therapeutic or would they be resistant and fight any plans their new "dad" wants? I figured some will be less social anyways and even if they're okay with the play dates, they might still stay a little more astray from the group or act more introverted. I think if Price gets a kid first, it'd be more likely to influence the others to get their own potentially since the others look up to him so much for his leadership and guidance, especially Kyle. I can definitely see Nikolai having a kiddo if Price does and maybe not influenced by Price but just because Nikolai wanted one of his own on his own accord.

Sorry for asking so many questions in one thread but the thoughts just flow sometimes and down the rabbit hole I go.

I don’t feel like any of them would snitch on each other, they have done so many illegal things together that it’s kind of desensitized to them all. They’ve tortured and killed, what’s a little bit of surprise adoption?

And omg play dates?! That’s literally the cutest thing ever! The kids would be pretty confused about it at first, what do you mean that there are a group of friends who all kidnapped kids and they let them play together? They are to confused to make a fuss about this new arrangement.

Kyle would definitely seriously consider getting a kid after Price. Price just talks so highly of his kiddo it makes him want one <33

Okay but consider gator!reader and gator!price

You, this giant alligator hybrid, who's a tank on the field getting trapped under a building. Poor foundation, paired with IEDs and people anxious to escape leads to you getting crushed under concrete and rebar.

Suddenly, all that strength leaves you, fear takes over and you can't stop the chirps that stumble out of your mouth. High pitched and ringing in the silence like a siren.

Any training price has had goes out the window, that shaky cry awakening something deep and primal in him to protect his young. Even as gaz and ghost yell at him about potential danger, price is pressing forward.

Price has never had to use his real, genuine strength before, heaving slabs off of you with a growl. The rest is a blur that will end up on a classified file in some cabinet, but you do remember the ride back.

"Pup, stop moving" he'll chirp at you as he swims in circles, observing. You're such a small mer compared to him, smaller than any orca pup he's ever seen. His instincts are screaming about you.

So of course he decides you're just a malnourished pup. Ghost starts keeping you tucked under his belly when he swims around, and always watches you eat. You have to reassure him multiple times that you're not hungry when you don't finish the fifth tuna he brings you.

Naturally, he only lets price and kyle examine you, and even then he almost bit price when the handler pressed on your abdomen and you chirped in pain.

Still, it's...nice being pampered. You've never had a podmate care about you, not after your own pod abandoned you. At nights, you tuck close to his side while you drift across the water, a tiny little mer he's chosen to care for...

(Photos of the animals below the cut hehe)

Price & Ghost are amused and annoyed at the same time but it's better than the quiet

Roach being roach is already a menace on his own and has been for a long time

Soap always loves good fun especially when it involves a boom and always love to annoy Ghost a little

Gaz is the most reasonable and responsible but can't help himself when the fun sounds too tempting

Hyena already has chaotic gremlin energy and it only amplified when she's the youngest in the team aka she's their little sister

I WAS SO FUCKING WRONG!!!

Saturday night I start my first draft... Sunday morning I'm in the GODDAMN ER!!!!

A stomach bug hit during my period, leaving me hypokalemic and throwing up what looked like blood. I was dehydrated enough that the nurses had to stick me four (4!!!) times before they could put an IV in. Each needle stick left a bruise, and I have yet to eat a proper meal.

Wolf!141 and canine!reader who's recently joined the team... Reader can be any breed of dog, but they are smaller than all the wolf men surrounding them!

I would like to request m!reader, but it'd be gleeful with anything 😩

The 141 have a reputation, alright?

Big, scary wolf hybrids. Pack bond so tight they can clear entire bases without a word spoken over comms. Whenever other teams join for a joint operation, a new horror story is born of what they see the wolves do.

Tear through throats, claw off limbs, kill even when their weapons are disarmed. The aggression bleeds into base life. Leaves sparing matches looking like another battlefield, rookies run ragged, them constantly pissed off. It gets to the point that others avoid them on base, wary of such powerful people.

So Laswell tells them she's assigning a new member, someone who will help keep them in check. She coincidentally forgot to tell you that.

So you come up to greet your new team, tiny tail wagging and ears perked up, you are absolutely baffled by the way they all simultaneously tilt their heads at you. "Hi! I'm the dog hybrid, sent by Laswell? Your new medic!"

And all the guys can think is oh god it's just a little pup because you're so small compared to them! Tiny, cute little thing that makes all their pack instincts go a little crazy.

Which of course means you quickly become the 'baby' of the group. Always the first to eat during meals, the centre of the den cuddle pile, the one who gets the most attention. Suddenly these big scary wolves are all eager to dote on you, snuffling and whining until you let them cuddle.

Not like you're all that upset, happy to be cared for after years of being ignored in other teams for being 'too small and weak' for their taste. Thank god the 141 think a good enrichment activity for pups is hunting down enemies :)

(Visual of what dog hybrid reader is below the cut)

Johnny wakes up at nearly midnight to knocking at his door. It's not loud or even frantic, but he's always been a light sleeper.

So he groans, shuffles out of bed after a moment of prying Kyle's arms off of him. His flat is small, but it works between him and Kyle, a safe-ish place between deployments and work. There's a gun on the table by the door, next to the basket he throws his keys in.

Soap hovers his hand over it when he opens the door, only to see you.

The neighbor he sees occasionally at odd hours of the day, always with an energy drink and stacks of books. You look at him with big teary eyes, hair frazzled and breathing a bit odd. He sets the gun down, opens the door to properly speak with you, but you beat him to it.

"Are you good at chemistry?" You blurt out, pause, then continue "Sorry if that's weird, I know it's getting late, but I heard you talking about it with your husband and–"

"Aye, I am." Soap cuts you off, feeling more awake with how frantic you sound "Is everything alright kid?"

"No." Is your instinctive answer, then you add "yes. Uhm- I don't know? I have this chemistry final tomorrow and I'm barely scraping by and even after all the office hours and YouTube videos I just– I don't–"

"Alright kid, get in here, bring your textbooks too."

Soap sits with you under the lamp in the living room for hours. Explaining the small misunderstandings you've had in the foundational ideas that have been holding you back. Working through your notes with you and helping you take practice quiz after practice quiz.

Which is how Kyle finds you both, wrapped up in a big fluffy blanket and still half-asleep "Johnny? Why aren't you in bed? Who's this?"

You finally look at a clock and realize oh shit. It's a lot later than you thought, but soap cuts in before you can start feeling guilty about interrupted sleep. Kyle nods along, gives you a warm smile "You've got the best teacher, kid. Soap is the only reason Simon passed his driving test."

You want to point out that a driving test is nothing like your chemistry final, but Kyle is already padding into the kitchen. He emerges a few moments later with three cups of tea, passes them out before snuggling up to his husband. He's not really paying attention to what you two talk about, and his own drowsiness is reminding you of your severe lack of sleep.

Between one flashcard and the next, you're closing your eyes a bit too long. When you open them, the smell of eggs and toast greets you. Warm light falls through the curtains, and there's humming somewhere in the apartment. What...? You...you don't have a roommate though?

Then it hits you, sitting up with a flood of mortification because you just invited yourself into your neighbor's home and fell asleep on their fucking couch! You quickly gather your stuff, both eager to leave and worrying about missing your bus.

A hand wraps gently around your bicep before you can escape, Johnny leaning into your vision. "Where are you going, kid? You've not eaten yet, and you really should eat before your final."

"But I'll be late!" You reply, looking around for your phone "My bus leaves in five minutes, and it's a twenty-minute walk! I'm screwed if I miss it! Hey– what– what are you doing?"

Between your ranting soap has gently guided you to the kitchen, sitting you at the seats by the counter. "Don't worry about the bus, you're not taking it," Kyle comments, placing a delicious-looking omelet in front of you "We'll drive you on our way to base. Now, eat. You have time."

True to their word, you arrive at the final twenty minutes early instead of your usual two. Your neighbors wave you off, yelling encouragement dramatically from the window.

Turns out, you were never properly transitioned. No coven to support you, no sire to feed from. It left you maybe a bit too feral, running on instincts you couldn't quite name.

The few photos that exist from your feeding are...gruesome. enemy soldiers with throats ripped out, tac vests and clothes torn to give access to skin. The clear marks of a feral vampire.

They're all in agreement that you need to be fed and taken into the coven, but there's the issue. You have been a vampire for far too long without a coven, and feel threatened with so many unfamiliar vampires around.

Which leads to you backed into the corner of the medbay, hissing and baring your impressively sharp fangs at the 141, daring them to step too close.