#scitterscatter

You like the biscuits that he keeps in his office? He’s offering for you to take the whole pack. No, he doesn’t need them he’d rather you have them instead.

Yes he goes out and buys the snacks he’s seen the team eat the most. Usually shrugs it off whenever he gives it to you or one of the others.

The others try to stop him but it never works. Price is constantly worrying about whether or not everyone is eating enough. Maybe he grew up that way, or it’s just something he picked up with his career.

Yeah, you all have to be up to military standards, but he just wants his team to have some healthy fat as well. It’s a sign of good health and being well taken care of, which he puts effort into doing every day.

At meal times, Price often tries to give stuff off his plate to everyone else at your table. The trick is to eat slow so that your plate isn’t empty before his.

Constantly worried that on leave the rest of his team isn’t eating enough or getting the nutrients they need.

☀️ “Co-parent”!Reader that joined the 141 not realizing the dynamic they were intruding on. But little did they know this was exactly what Price wanted.

☀️ “Co-parent”!Reader who doesn’t catch onto why their captain is being so nice to them. Helping with paperwork, grabbing their meals for them on a busy day, always checking on them throughout the day.

☀️ “Co-parent”!Reader that goes to ask a question about paperwork but instead finds Price lightly groping Soap, who was sitting on his lap while he read through some files. Neither of the two seemed ashamed to be found in such a compromising position.

☀️ “Co-parent”!Reader that slowly starts to notice just how weird the unit acts towards each other. The way that Price is so involved with his men. Patching up any manageable wounds after a mission, keeping track of what they eat and drink in a day, showering with them when they get too tired, etc.

☀️ “Co-parent”!Reader who eventually confronts Price on a particularly late night when everyone else is asleep. They expect to catch him, like a deer in headlights, but instead he sighs warily and beckons them to sit.

☀️ “Co-parent”!Reader that’s instantly taken aback when Price tells them that his boys need a mother figure in their life. Someone steady and nurturing to help them keep going and also help him when the responsibilities become too heavy for one person.

☀️ “Co-parent”!Reader who’s reluctant to agree with Price, but eventually decides to “play pretend” with him. It felt like playing house as a kid. Suddenly, everything switched up when he had presumably told the others that they agreed.

☀️ “Co-parent”!Reader that despite being reluctant is a natural at their new role on the team. Like checking on Ghost whenever Price was too busy, filling up his water bottle and sitting with him to make sure he’d eat the snack they gave him. Or leaving their door unlocked so Gaz could lay with them after a nightmare, their hand smoothing over his short curls and shushing him gently. And helping Soap with his evening routine when he would go too hard during his last workout of the day.

It was eleven in the evening, a.k.a. the time Soap always did his cooldown workout. Sure, you didn’t want to be out that late when wake up was at six, but he was basically your only friend. Being on task force 141 had its perks, but it was hard to get accustomed to new people.

Soap was the first person to talk to you, and in your eyes the coolest. He was funny and smarter than almost everyone you knew.

"Ye' hungry or anything?" Soap's voice brought you out of your half asleep state and you looked up from where you sat on the bench. He had the usual soft smirk on his face, his body covered in a thin layer of sweat.

"No... just a little tired," You groaned while standing up, Soap always knew how to test your body's limit while working out. You wanted to eventually get as good as him. He just nodded and walked into the communal showers, looking back at you for a split second to make sure you were still trailing behind.

Usually you both joked back and forth between your respective shower stalls, but tonight it was quiet. Only the sound of water hitting the tile floor. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't fallen asleep in the shower.

"Almost done?" You were startled awake by Soap standing outside of the shower stall. You only mumbled out a quiet "yeah" before turning off the water and stepping out, eyes drooping as you stood.

"Wow, never seen ye' fall asleep in the shower before. Must be real tired, yeah?" He chuckled quietly, patting your butt as he walked by to grab his gym bag. You nodded and finished getting dressed, too tired to scold him on touching you there. Once you had the strap of your gym bag over your shoulder, he held the door for you before going through himself.

The main lights were off throughout the base, only the flood lights along the walls remained on at night. It bathed you both in a soft glow as you leaned a bit on Soap in your sleepy haze, who in turn welcomed it. Before you knew it, he’d brought you down a hallway that definitely wasn’t yours, and stood with you in front of a door you didn’t recognize.

“Joh- Soap, where are we?” Despite feeling like you were only using half of your brain, you quickly corrected your slip up. Someone finally took a liking to you, now wasn’t the time to lose it by overstepping boundaries. You swallowed thickly and looked up at him expecting to find annoyance, but the soft look had never left his face.

“Ye’ can call me Johnny, I don’t mind. Might ‘ave t’ fight Lt. for it, though,” He whispered jokingly, momentarily scratching the top of your back with his dull nails. He returned his hand to put it on the handle of the door in front of you. “But t’ answer yer question, this is Ghost’s room.”

Your eyes widened as he said that, head whipping to look over at him. “Wait, what?”

Before you could protest more, he was opening the door and beckoning you in the room. You whimpered low in your throat, as embarrassing as it was, and looked over at him again with wide eyes as he closed the door behind him. It was dark, but your eyes slowly accustomed to it. That’s when you saw your lieutenant in all his glory splayed out on the small bed against the far wall. Well the bed wasn’t that small, but he made it look as though it was. The sound of the door opening and shutting had woken him up and now he was looking towards where you both entered. Soap was stood in front of you before he swiftly walked over to the bed, kneeling down by it.

“Hey Si, back from the gym,” He cooed playfully, peering into the older man’s tired eyes. Soap stood back up, pulled his shirt off, and tossed it onto the desk chair across the room. “Also, I brought the rookie wi’ me. They were fallin’ asleep.”

Ghost paused where he was eyeing Soap’s bare chest, a confused grumble leaving him as he looked over at you. His dark gaze made you fidget in your spot. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea.

“What did I tell you about bringin’ back strays, Johnny?” He huffed, eyes raking back over Soap’s chest and torso. Soap in turn just chuckled, holding out his hand for you to take. You moved hesitantly in the dark, taking his hand softly.

“Oh c’mon, don’t ye’ want this cute thing to curl up wi’ ye’ all night?” He purred, holding you against his warm body. Your cheeks heated, thanking the universe that it was dark. Suddenly, you felt Soap’s hands sliding down to your waist, his thumbs smoothing over the waistband of your sweatpants. “Ye’ don’t need these, doll. Is it okay if I slide them off?”

“Oh.. uh, yeah,” You nodded, cursing yourself internally for tripping over your words. You felt the breeze from the air conditioning unit on your legs as he slid them down. Before you knew it he was gently pulling you into Ghost’s bed, right in between the two of them.

From the time that you joined basic to getting accepted into the task force, you never saw yourself eventually being sandwiched by your lieutenant in his bed with his sergeant. Despite your earlier anxiety about being in Ghost’s room, lying with them calmed you a bit. Ghost had his arm thrown over you, his hand gently kneading Soap’s side.

“Night, Si,” Soap whispered into the dark, leaning slightly over you to peck the older man on the lips. Then, he returned to his spot next to you and pressed his lips softly to the crown of your head. “You too, hun.”

His arm slid under your head so you could lay on his bicep, his hand finding its way into Ghost’s short hair. His other hand laid on the back of your neck in a gentle hold, the gesture strangely soothing.

Weird.

That’s what Ghost thought of you. Every time he turned around you were following him like a lost puppy. Which was pretty accurate considering the fluffy puppy ears and tail protruding out of you.

At first he was annoyed to have a little freak like yourself following him. Didn’t you know he didn’t like you? You weren’t tough and not even the slightest bit scary, VERY different from him.

But watching your stupid, stubby tail wag happily when he would give you the slightest attention made a small smirk appear under his mask. You were such a dumb puppy and that alone was enough for him to stick around. He was convinced there was nothing behind your big, wandering eyes.

Which is why he took it upon himself to take care of you. Not that it was because he cared for you but because someone had to do it. Yeah other people in the unit tried to help you, but only he could do it. It didn’t matter because as soon as he showed up you would immediately flock to him.

You were a big talker, something he wasn’t quite fond of. It was cute to watch you flit around and yap on about some random story, but sometimes he had to rein you in. That’s why the rest of the 141 often find you curled up in his lap with his hand firmly holding your scruff.

Soap constantly laughed at Ghost’s denial of getting close to you after complaining about you for so long. Mind you he always makes your plate for you at meal times, combs through your messy hair after bathing, lets you drink from his water bottle, and lets you sleep in his bed with him.

🌑 Wolf hybrid!Ghost that had been getting more aggressive after every mission, even to the 141. His gentle nipping had turned into biting hard enough to leave teeth imprints. His growling got louder and deeper, less playful and more territorial.

🌒 Wolf hybrid!Ghost that constantly gets scruffed by you like he’s a pup because he insists on growling and biting like one. And you aren’t against grabbing him by the back of the neck in front of the others, making him go slack in your grip.

🌓 Wolf hybrid!Ghost that whines endlessly where you leave him to run errands around base. Even when Soap laughs at him for acting like a pathetic domesticated dog, he doesn’t have the heart to growl when you’re gone.

🌔 Wolf hybrid!Ghost doesn’t dare to misbehave even when you’re not around. The others will rat him out to you, and you don’t hesitate to punish him (a.k.a. make him sleep in his own room for one night). He likes to have your hand on the back of his neck to simulate being gently scruffed, it helps him sleep along with your scent surrounding him.

🌕 Wolf hybrid!Ghost that scares other people off from approaching you. Everyone outside of the team thinks he’s so scary, little do they know he will whimper nonstop if you don’t let him follow you around. Ghost is a chronic whiner, he sounds like a german shepherd.

🌖 Wolf hybrid!Ghost that pretends not to like getting ear scratches (he absolutely does). You showed the others that if they scratch right behind his ears closest to his temples, he’ll basically go limp with just his tail thumping happily. Soap takes almost every chance he gets to have his lieutenant lay in his lap while scratching his ears.

🌗 Wolf hybrid!Ghost that actually got more territorial since you came along, he just became less aggressive about it. The rest of the team was pretty surprised when he started dragging them into his room, clothes and other materials that smelled of them strewn about. He liked your room, but learning that he can make his own scented hide away was like heaven (only if everyone is in there with him).

🌘 Wolf hybrid!Ghost who has a preference of lying between you and Price when given the opportunity. Yeah, it was a little awkward, but you could get used to being next to Price in the same bed if it meant making Ghost happy. It’s just something about being sandwiched between his trusted handler and “alpha” that makes it so enjoyable.

🌑 Wolf hybrid!Ghost that’s never trusted anyone more than he does now that he has a handler to ground him.

The reputation of the 141 was nothing short of impressive. They were known for their seriousness and ruthless tactics in the field. That’s why it came as a surprise to see the bond they had first hand. Especially between the team and their captain.

When the rest of the team came back battered and bruised, Price was there. He was always there to help them with whatever they needed while recovering from an injury.

He would bring simple but hearty meals in small containers just for them, which you assumed he cooked himself.

When they would finally get to sleep in their own beds instead of being in medical, he would check on them throughout the night. You woke up multiple nights to go to the bathroom just to find him roaming the halls to check on the others.

Sometimes he would do a quick check-in, other times he wouldn’t come out for a while. One night while being especially nosey, you happened to see through the crack of Soap’s door.

That’s how you caught a glimpse of Soap lying with his head on Price’s lap, the older man carding his hands through his mohawk.

Or how he would scratch Gaz’s back while reading the newspaper, the sergeant curled up beside him on the couch sleeping.

And on the days when it was rainy and cold Price would rub icy hot on the areas that would pain Ghost, all with quiet reassuring murmurs.

It was all heartwarming to watch, like a soft light in the dark.

Their friends immediately question them on the sheer amount of produce, meats, and others that they had piled into the shopping cart. Besides it was only them living there. One person shouldn’t need to buy THAT much and then go shopping two weeks later.

Expect what reader’s friends don’t know is that they’re feeding four strays grown men almost every night. They walk in looking all rough and tough but soften up instantly.