Summary: You've never had much problem with anyone else on base. You stick to the team, and you take care of them. That's your job. Some new recruits have gotten it in their heads that they can mess with you. Your team is quick to correct that assumption. CW: Mild sexual harassment, no touching
Even though Johnny was back in action, his time being injured had brought the two of you closer. Simon would watch the two of you interact from afar, still slowly becoming comfortable with your comfort. You enjoyed working out with them.
You could keep up with their runs, but you needed some extra work in the strength training department. Simon was great for weight lifting, and Johnny kept your spirits high during runs.
You stare at the horizon, sun rays peaking out of the clouds and painting the sky with beautiful hues. You loved waiting by the track early, stretching under the early morning sun as you wanted for your running partners. The track left much to be desired when it came to scenery to look at while you passed the time.
At least the sunrise was there to keep you company.
"Hey! It's the barracks bunny of the 141!" Your left ear lifts up and swivels towards the sound of the voice, looking up from your lunge. "What, you didn't get fucked hard enough not to be able to run? I guess since you've been with them long enough they've stretched you out."
The soldier, no, the rookie, puffs his chest with every word of his insult, his fox tail lashing behind him. There were a few other rookies snickering behind him, watching the two of you interact with hungry eyes.
"So you're unoriginal and a virgin. Muscles don't stretch out. They snap back." You hum simply. "If you know what's good for you, go run your laps and do your warm-ups. Sargeant Soap is your trainer today, is he not?" You stand up, muscles sighing happily from the stretch and release.
"Oh, is he your favorite? Which hole does he take the most?" The rookie goes to take a step towards you when a snarl rips through the air. The rookies shoot into a line, standing in formation with eyes fixed forward. You don't even flinch, lowering your ears with a small smile.
"Hey Johnny. Did you do your stretches for the morning?" You inquire, giving him an expectant look.
"Of course! I always feel the difference when I don't do them. Did I hear one of these Muppets giving you a hard time?" Johnny asks, running his tinge over his teeth as he glare at his line of rookies.
"Oh, just the usual bold talk from a bunch of pups who never learned the value of an inside thought." You sigh wistfully. "I'm sure you can take care of it."
"Oh, I could. But I want to enjoy a run today. I think Ghost is free this morning, though!"
There is an audible gulp from the rookies, and you smile.
You didn't really care what happened to the rookies once Ghost started barking orders at them. You knew he was extra frustrated to have rookies to punish instead of going on his morning run.
When you bring Price his lunch that afternoon, he perks up when you walk into the room. "Hey, Y/N, sit down, please." Price insists, glancing down hungrily at the two sandwiches, side of fruit, and two cookies you were handing him before setting it aside.
"If this is about the incident this morning, Sir, I promise I'm fine." You assure him as you sit down across from him and give him a smile. Price nods slightly and clears his throat.
"It shouldn't have happened. It's not acceptable." He looks guilty, his eats dropping slightly on his head.
"John, it's not like you could've known they would've acted like that." You catch his eye and give him a small smile. "I know I look more vulnerable, and you want to protect me, but I can protect myself. I know you will always look out for me."
"Until training season is over, try to stay with one of us on base. If someone puts their hands on you, I'm going to lose this job." He half jokes, giving you a warm smile.
You can hear the anger in his voice, but it's not directed at you. Part of you wants to protest because you don't need bodyguards around base. It's the look in Price's eyes when he looks at you, which makes the words stop in your throat. He's angry that he has to assign bodyguards to you, not because you were incapable but because others made you unsafe.
You stood, walking around the desk and giving him a hug. He stays still for a moment, turning his head into your hair and grooming your ears to self soothe. You let him, settling down in his lap so he could sniff at you, feel you close to him. So he could remind himself you were safe.
"I'll text you when I wake up. You can stretch with me in the morning." You offer after a few minutes pass, pulling Price's plate close. "You need to eat. Your medicine needs to be taken with food."
"You and your medicine." John huffs, resting an arm around your waist as he digs into his food.
"Do your joints feel better?"
"Yes." He grunts begrudgingly.
"Yeah, that's what I thought." Your tail wags smugly and Price chuckles down at you.
"Hush. The dehydrator is going to be delivered soon." Price says, which makes you perk up immediately. "Thought that would make your day better."
"Of course it does! I have a few recipes I want to try." You giggle, settling down into his lap while he continues to eat. Price knew he should let you get back to work, you had your own job to do after all.
But you didn't seem to be in a hurry, and Price was going to keep you selfishly to himself for now. If you were here with him, he could guarantee you were safe.
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It's not that John didn't love you cooking. You made delicious, well thought out meals that were seasoned to perfection. Your desserts were even better, and John knew that if you weren't also a huge veggie lover, he would be putting on more weight than he had already since getting with you.
It's just that he doesn't like the meals you absolutely adore.
Chicken Alfredo gives him heartburn, and your other favorite chicken dishes were way too spicy. Ribs and pulled pork were too heavy for him. He wasn't a big fan of shellfish either. He wasn't against trying them. He gave every dish you presented him a good few bites before, unfortunately, deciding that he still didn't like it.
You'd gotten used to making two separate meals some nights, never going too long without your favorite meals. But John knows that doesn't satisfy you nearly as much, so he suggests a bi monthly dinner party at his home.
Simon hunches over his second plate of shrimp stir fry, hungrily shoveling forkfuls into his mouth. Kyle was almost licking his plate clean, and Johnny was already halfway through his own second portion.
Everyone was happily eating away, John with his own special meal, while you enjoyed your stir fry. And even better, you got to watch people enjoy it, your eyes going from face to face with a beaming smile.
You couldn't wait to see their reactions to the apple pie and ice cream, all homemade.
I think it was @rawme-price who had this original idea. Serving hungry military men, yum yum, yay yay yay.
Summary: Even though your insticts are screaming to fully dive into caring for him, but Ghost needs patience, and a slow approach. Caretaking means adapting, and you learn how to calm him down. While Ghost may not be opening up complete anytime soon, you two manage to establish a new level of trust.
You want to hold him.
Every part of you is begging to hold him, soothe him, but you know that would do more damage in this moment. You take a slow, deep breath, heading to the kitchen to grab an ice pack wrapped in a dish towel.
You put a kettle of full water on the stove on very low heat. Judging by the 10 different types of tea compared to the two bags of coffee, tea was the way to go. Heading back to the dining room, Ghost hasn't moved, laid on his back with his stomach showing, and neck bared. His body trembles slightly, ears pulled back tight and tail tucked between his legs.
Ghost isn't going to be soothed by traditional means, not yet. Something deep in your gut tells you that he needs firm direction, not soft cooing and petting. You get closer, but stop about three feet away from him, sitting down on the floor.
"Ghost, stop submitting. You aren't in trouble. Sit up, please." You kept your voice firm, buy unable to stop yourself from trying to be gentle. Ghost eyes flick to yours, whining slightly as he slowly sits up, his legs still pressed to his chest as he watches you with wide eyes. "I have an ice pack. When I give it to you, put it under your shirt and against your chest."
You explain, moving closer to him but approaching from the side. If Ghost wanted to get up and run out of the room, he was free to do so. The last thing you wanted to do was block his exit and make him feel trapped. Ghost stares back at you as you offer the ice pack, not moving to take it, so you very tentively set it down in his lap.
"Under your shirt. It will help calm you down." You explain and move your hands back. You aren't sure if you could touch him yet. You want to pet his head or take off his mask that's getting wet under the eyes from big tears that silently fell from his eyes. It was still raised just over his nose, his chin still messy from licking his plate.
This wolf man was easily 3 times your size, and you read about what this task force did. You knew how strong, skilled, and ruthless this man could be. But all you saw at that moment was a scared little pup.
Your chest aches as he takes the ice pack, obediently sliding it under his shirt and pressing it against his skin. You nod in approval. "That's it, hun. I have a kettle on the stove, I don't want you to be caught off guard if it whistles." You explain to him, talking would hopefully draw him out of his panic, and you wanted him to be aware of his surroundings.
Ghost looks at the mess on the floor and then back at you, his chest hitching with a sob he refused to release. You take a deep breath, carefully reaching forward and stroking the top of his head. "Ghost, im gonna take off your mask, if that's okay with you. I want to clean up your face." You offer tentively, Ghost leaning into your touch just slightly.
He nods once, quickly, and you gently peel up the mask and take it off, being careful with his ears. "There we go." You hum softly, setting the mask within reach and taking a handkerchief out of your back pocket. You always carried one for wiping tears, snot, or blood away. "Can I wipe your face, hun? I'll be gentle." You offer, taking in his face.
He was cute, those wide blue eyes even softer, almost rounder, without the mask, a scar across his nose and one that dragged from his right temple, down to mid cheek. A surge of protection filled you, but you kept your hands in your lap until he nodded again. One quick movement, but it was the permission you needed to begin carefully wiping his face.
"I-I made a mess. I'm sorry. I'll clean it, I'll buy more plates, I didn't mean-"
"Shh." Ghost falls silent, whining at you as he curls his tail around himself. "I'm not mad, hun. Do you know what happens when we make a mess?" You gently brushed your knuckles over his now dry cheek, watching him lean into the touch just slightly. "We clean it up. That's all. Tomorrow, I'm going to the store, and I could buy so many plates there."
You opened up your hand, placing your palm against his cheek to hold his face still as you wiped his nose. Some would think that you were treating him like a 3 year old, wiping up a grown man's face and talking to him like a spooked fawn. But it was working, Ghost letting his head rest fully into your hands. His eyes, red rimmed but free of tears, never looked away from yours, hanging onto every word like it was gospel.
"Plates are replaceable. You hear me? I can buy a million new plates, but I could never find another you. And I don't think your team could either." You fixed him with a soft smile, stroking under his eye with your thumb. "The water should be hot enough now. Come with me, and I'll get you the broom and dust pan."
Ghost nods along to your words, slowly standing up when you do and taking the ice pack from under his shirt. You gently take it from his hands, noting to ask him if it had helped ground him later. You guide him to the kitchen, opening up the small cleaning supplies closet and handing him the broom and dust pan.
"I can wipe up the food mess after you sweep up." You explain, your voice going a little softer than before. Ghost nods, and heads back to the dining room. His ears were up again, not perked, but at least they weren't pinned, and his tail was no longer tucked.
Small victories.
After shutting off the stove, you grab two mugs, getting down a few boxes of tea. There were a lot of options and you weren't sure what he would like. When he came back and dumped the plate and food into the trash can, you slide over the mug.
"I wasn't sure what kind you wanted. I'll go clean up the rest." Your team leaves no room for argument. You put up the broom and grab the swiffer, sneezing when dust shakes off of it. "Oh this place is going to need a nice deep clean." You chuckle as youu head to the dining room and Ghost lets out a small chuckle.
Once everything was clean, and you both had a cup of tea, you settle on the counter as you sipped away at your herbal tea. Ghost stood close to you, his tail slightly wagging. He wasn't leaning on you, just standing close enough that some would feel uncomfortable.
But you didn't. You knew that Ghost wasn't ready for a hug, he wasn't ready for you to groom his hair and ears, or to kiss his forehead. But he was ready to seek some comfort in you, being in your space.
"Would you like to come to the store with me tomorrow? I'll need help picking out food." You offer, watching as his nose twitches, sniffing you curiously. He looks at you, nodding a little at you. "Drink your tea hun. Than we're gonna clean up from dinner."
"It's been 30 minutes, we need to check on him!" Soap was pacing in the living room. He looks over at the kitchen door again, back at Price who shakes his head yet again. Soap holds back a growl of frustration, his head whipping around when he hears the door open.
You walk out with Ghost close behind you, almost stepping on your heels as you both join them in the living room. "You okay, Ghost?" Price asks, watching as he sniffed at you the way he had earlier.
"Yes Sir" Short, simple, to the point. The room relaxes a little at that, Gaz coming over to give Ghost a nuzzle. Gaz was the most affectionate out of them all sometimes, and Ghost happily nuzzles him back.
It was getting late, and you knew you'd be up early to go to the store and make breakfast. "I'm going to shower and head to sleep. If anyone wants to join Ghost and I at the store, I'll be leaving by 7." You said as you wave goodnight, give Ghost a pat to the shoulder, and head to your barracks to get your sleep clothes.
You pretended not to notice Ghost's tail wagging when you pat his shoulder, but you can't stop smiling. Small victory, yet again.
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You unfortunately didn't stay secret for very long. Though, avoiding skilled soldiers for 3 months was quite the feat. The next one to find you was Ghost.
Ghost didn't always sleep well, and when it got particularly bad, he would go for long walks around the base. He'd made two laps around the outside of the base before he decided to head back inside and make a cup of tea.
He flicks on the kitchen lights, reeling back at the sight of you settled in your web in the corner. The lights turning on made you wake up immedietly, eyes flicking slightly until tthey landed on him.
"Ghost the hare." You chitter, fangs clicking slightly as you spoke. Ghost's ears flatten a little, but he's not sure if he should be defensive or not. "Sorry for the webs you walked into. I think I'm building them high enough now."
"I knew those webs were too damn big." Ghost mumbles after a beat, stepping into the kitchen after a moment longer. "You've been here the whole time?"
"Yes. Before you came, actually. But I don't mind sharing... much." You click your fangs at him, and Ghost swears he sees you smiling. He's still a little unsettled by you, mostly that you'd been creeping around for months without being spotted. Even by him.
"Are you spyin on us, spider?" He finally asks after a long moment, watching you tilt your head a little.
"If I was, you'd have seen me. Your routines were easy to learn. Where you are, I am not." You answer honestly, laying your head onto your arms, closing two of your four eyes. "Price and I talked about your routines as well, which rooms belonged to who. I am not a snoop."
"Are you the one who always finds Soaps pocket knife? The one he manages to lose every week?" Ghost asks as he sets the kettle on the stove to heat up. You clack your fangs together quietly, and he was curious as to why. It also caught up with him what you said. "Price knew about you?"
"Yes, to both questions." You mutter sleepily, opening up your second set of eyes again, raising your head. "I know most don't understand, but I just like my space. I like to catch my food, and make my webs. If you keep to your routine, you'll forget I'm here." You continue, shifting your long legs and stretching them out.
Ghost watches, half facinated, half horrified, as you crawl across the wall, your firm stong legs gripping the material bellow you. You had a human torso, human arms that you kept folded close to yourself. Your lower half spider-like, the six legs there moving quickly and effectively across the wall and to the door frame.
Like a spider centar, Ghost thought cautiously, wondering if you were venomous. You look over at him, head tilting a little as you study him. "Sorry for the scare. I'll be sleeping in the broom closet. Lots of hornets get into there." You chitter, and off you climb into next room.
His kettle whistles and he quickly shuts off the stove, snatching it off the burner and grabbing a mug from the cabinent. He knew sleep would've been impossible before, but especially now he couldn't think about going to sleep at all. He adds two sugars to his tea, noticing the box of protien bars on the counter.
You were the one leaving them out, he realized, shaking his head a little as he takes a sip of his tea. He leaves them there, heading toward Price's office. The light is on underneath the door and he smiles slightly, knocking gently at the door before he enters. It wouldn't be the first time he spent a sleepless night talking to his equally sleepless captain.
"I saw your little spider in the kitchen." Ghost says as he sits down in the chair in front of Price's desk. "Been here a long time, and just now noticed."
"Mhmm, Y/N. Think about how effective that would be on the field. You can't even hear them crawling." Price sighs as he sets his pen down and stretches. He looks at Ghost and raises an eye brow at him, knowing what question is on his mind. "They're venomous."
"Thought so... You want them on the team, hmm?" Ghost sighs thoughtfully, drinking more of his tea and setting down his half empty mug. "That's not the worst idea, but there's something your not telling me."
"I'm seeing just how long it takes for all of you to find them. You're the first. Lets see whose next." Ghost chuckles loudly at that and nods.
"My lips are sealed. When Tavish sees them he's going to flip."
"I know. That's what I'm waiting for." The two men chuckle wickedly, settling into a comfortable all nighter of talking and paper work.
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Whenever you act up, Price gives you a spanking. It's not even sexual most of the time, to your dismay, but he always steps up to correct you when you need it.
Sometimes, it's little things. Not eating, not sleeping, training too hard, and being too snappy. Those nights, he lets you keep your pants on, spanking you until you begin to sniffle before letting you up so he can kiss your forehead.
Then there are the days you defy his orders, putting yourself in danger that you found necessary for the good of the team. If only you could think about the state your ass would be in before you made those choices.
Price hadn't ever spanked you in front of the team, but he threw that out the window once the safe house door shut behind him. Hauling you up by your vest strap and hauling you over his knee. You freeze in mortification when your pants are yanked down with your underwear as well. You'd showered with your team, everyone has seen each other naked, but they'd never seen you tipped over your captains lap.
The embarrassment is quickly forgotten when Price starts spanking you. His heavy palm slapping over and over against your upturned ass, drawing a weak cry out of you. It took only a few more swats to have you crying, pleading for him to slow down.
"You keep risking your fucking life, kid. Not going to happen. Learn to listen or learn to deal with the consequences." Price scolds between swats, ignoring your kicking legs.
You lose track of the swats around fifty, the burning pain in your ass and humiliation in your gut left you sobbing into your arms. You didn't even register that he stopped until you felt someone taking off your boots. "I'm sorry!" You croak shakily, gasping when Price places a hand on your red hot ass.
"Shh, you're forgiven... Lie still, Y/N." He whispers, getting help from Simon to strip off your gear and most of your uniform. You were left in just a t-shirt. Your spanked ass still bare for everyone to see. Price helps you sit up in his lap, spreading his thighs so you aren't sitting on the rough denim. "You gave us such a scare. Can't stand seeing you risk your life like that." Price mutters into your ear, rubbing his rough hands across your sore skin.
You whimper a little, getting louder when he gently spreads your ass and shows your hole to the rest of the team. "Shh... They just want to remind you how much they care. You serve us off and on the field." Price chuckles, pressing you tighter to his chest and kissing your cheek. "Don't start fussing... I'd hate to teach you another lesson on listening so soon."
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Gaz doesn't remember when the coffee shop first appeared. Convienent, right on the corner of his neighborhood on his way to base. It took him a while to notice it, and a little longer to go inside.
But he remembers when he met you because you told him no when he ordered an English Black Tea with honey. You weren't joking either, turning away from the register and beginning to make a drink.
"That's... not for me, is it?" Gaz asks, leaning over the bar counter slightly so he can watch you work. You pulled two shots of espresso, pouring whole milk into a pitcher.
"It is." You grin, glancing up at him for just a moment. You said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Whole milk is okay, right? I'd hate to give you the runs." You chuckle, and Gaz realizes you have an American accent.
"Well, it's fine for my stomach, but it's not what I ordered." Gaz protests, with very little actual complaint.
"I don't always serve what you want. I serve people what they need sometimes." You carefully steam the milk, a dedicated focus that Gaz could admire. No matter how mundane a job was, he could always appreciate passion. "You're getting a double shot, caramel mocha latte, with salted caramel. The reason you need this is because all syurps are made in-house."
"That's a good sales pitch." Gaz chuckles, watching you add the syrups to the cup and stir it in with the espresso. "How long have you been working here?" He asks as he eases himself away from the counter.
"Since I opened the store." You beam, clearly full of pride for your small coffee store. "About 6 months. It's been going well. I might be able to open for an extra day next year if the business stays this good." You explain as you put the lid onto the cup and slide it across the counter.
Gaz takes the drink, giving you a small skeptical look. You raise an eyebrow at him with a slowly widening smile. "If you absolutely hate it, I will make you what you asked for." You swear, holding up your right hand. He shakes his head a little at that, taking a long slow sip and letting out a satisfied hum.
"I really should've noticed this store sooner." Gaz sighs, looking at you with a little grin. "Thank you..."
"Y/N!" You beam, now grinning so wide that Gaz couldn't stop his own smile from showing. "Glad you finally found us. Are you going to be a regular customer, mister?"
"Kyle. And yeah, I'll be back." He assuers, ready to continue the conversation, but the front door swings open and cuts him off.
"I'll see you soon, Kyle." You wave at him, walking over to the counter to do your job. Kyle sighs a little as he leaves, taking one last glace at you before sipping his latte again.
