Call of oneshots

Price! x explosive! Reader

"Pretty girl"
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"Alright, pretty boy!" Y/N called confidently out to the man she obviously had a crush on.

"Id advise you call me Captain, but i like Pretty Boy better." He spoke, smoothly, but underneath he was as flustered as can be.

Maybe he did have a soft spot after all.

He lit another cigar, puffing it from time to time.

"Who are we waiting for?" Y/N asked, fidgeting with her new gadget.

"Simon and charly." He started.

"Whatd you piece together now?" Price gave a warm smile to the woman seated next to him, gesturing to the literal ticking time bomb the woman created.

"Its like a c4...but big boom." Y/N didnt make eye contact with him, but instead smiled down at the object.

"You intrigue me.." price watched the device intently.

"Okay pretty boy, The two slowpokes are here now." She said, watching Simon and Charly come aboard the plane.

"Took you long enough!" Charly gritted her teeth at the ghost man.

"Whot! Whot chu mean!" Ghost put his hands up, all defensive.

"Shhhhet the feck up."

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"This could be real fucken dangerous, but i dont fucking care." Y/N wiped the sweat off her head. They were stationed in Piccadilly in a respawn cage match.

"Alright Pretty girl, put that thing to work." Price chuckled at his 'pretty girl' statement, getting back at Y/N.

"Alrighty, pretty boy!" Y/N called excitedly. She prompted him to protect her while she pressed a series of numbers and letters into the c4 looking bomb.

"AWOOOOGAAAAH!" Y/N finished coding with the last beep of a button. She watched the timer pop up, counting from 10 seconds.

"HOLY SHIT!" price looked at the bomb in her hands, watching her throw it on top the busses in the middle of the map.

"PLAN A IS A GO! GATHER THEM IN THE MIDDLE." Y/N yelled, pulling out her own riot shield from her back.

"Pricey boy, just bait em, and then we run, got it?"

"Alright Y/N girl." Price smiled, giving her shoulder a nudge.

Y/N giggled, ramming into some enemies, watching them chase after her as she ran. When one came too close, Price would butt in like a bull, and throw them to the ground.

"Y/N look! 5 seconds left!"

"HOLY SHITFUCK" Y/N watched the two busses explode, killing every enemy they successfully lured.

"DAMN PRETTY GIRL!"

"THIS WAS ALL THANKS TO YOU, PRETTY BOY!"

Price, flustered, trying to figure out what she meant by that, looked up at the smoke. The smoke took shape of a heart.

"You sneaky pretty girl." He snagged her in his arms, kissing her on the forehead.

"Only for my pretty boy."