Call of oneshots

Price x Injured! Reader

A blistering wound.
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"All ready?" John motioned to his squad, making sure they had packed absolutely everything theyd needed for the sweep they were about to do.

"All set, Captain." Y/N spoke smoothly, after triple checking her ammo, armor and such.
Charly, simon and the rest followed closely behind her.

"Alright, load in the heli." Price commanded calmly, watching everyone file in. He filed in last, sitting next to Y/N who inspected her Kilo. Its muzzle tilted to the floor, she wiped off a bit of dust from its suppressor.

Y/N is as talented as they dont come. Shes far more superior. Shes been shot in the shoulder multiple times and has rehealed all of those times. Best hand to hand combat operator who sparred with the entire facility, and bested everyone.

Her use with a gun is as deadly as it looks.

She slipped a gasmask over the bottom half of her face, securing it before waiting for arrival.

-

"Everyone, off, now."

Everyone cleared off the heli a mile away from the sweep area, which happened to be a factory.

"Y/N, your my most trusted soldier, you take the top while me and Charly take the bottom half of the factory." Price said as he pulled out a map of the factory.

"Its confusing, but ive trust you got it. If you need to give it another look, come look at it." Price finished.

Y/N stayed silent, looking at the map precisely. She made a mental note of where most smoke would be as she cannot smell strongly.

"Lock and load." Price commanded, everyone moved into positions, with simon on Y/Ns side at the top and Charly with price at the bottom.

"Simon. Breach the fucking wall like you mean it." Y/N chirped, putting three c4s in one spot, ushering him to another side of the building they grappled onto.

Y/N detonated all three charges, making a gaping hole in the wall. Surprisingly, no soldiers or unidentified personnel came to investigate it.

Thats what they thought. Y/N jumped into the building, simon following behind from a distance.

A masked man holding a remote control appeared in the corridor they set to walk through.

"Y/N!" Simon clutched her shoulder, coughing violently.

"What-?" Y/N pulled away, confused. Why was simon coughing? Whats wrong? Why is he rushing to get out?

Thats when it all went black.

Beep beep beep

Whats happening?

Where am i?

"Y/N...! Y/N!"

"Huh, what..?" Simon grabbed her hand at her sign of life.

"Your in the hospital now. Youre okay, i know you cant smell, but..the man who held that remote blew your entire leg off." He spoke, panicked.

"Cool so im gonna be a cyborg now!" Y/N said, high as fuck off the adrenaline.

"Y/N i swear to god."

-

"Captain shes going to be okay." Charly sighed, thinking about her statement.

Her leg was blown the fuck off. Is she really okay?

Just as she thought it, Price repeated it.

"She was grilled in the fucking shoulder now shes missing a leg, Charly!" Price cried.

"Dont worry. Im not good at consolations but calm yourself Captain!" Charly patted his shoulder, finally sparing him a glance.

His entire face was red, nose puffy and eyes tinted. He sniffed over and over again, viciously rubbing his running nose with the back of his hand.

"Youll see her tomorrow.."

"Right..right."

-

Its getting harder to sleep. Every turn i make i think of her, and it makes me worry to no end. Its morally wrong..i know its wrong..

But whos gonna stop me? No one. Just a few hours, John, just a few hours. I turn and twist, relentlessly trying to tire myself out.

I get up, stretch, and slip on a shirt over my head. Digging into my closet, i grabbed a pair of pants, tugging them on.

Almost tripping on the floor, i throw on a hoodie over and rush out the facility we got held up in. If only we had more intel on the place, then my lovely Y/N wouldnt have been hurt.

Its too early for visiting hours in the hospital, but since im a captain they shouldnt mind. Reaching the hospital, i thought about dashing straight down the hall, but instead showed my ID to the lady out front BEFORE dashing down the hall.

...then i came back.

"What room was she in?"

"105, this floor."

"Thanks."

-

Huffing and gruff panting made its way into Y/Ns ears. She shuffled around, eventually opening her eyes for the first time in a good while.

"Y/N your..your leg." Price gasped, holding out his hand to touch it but decided against it, as Y/N was still injured.

"I was so afraid you werent gonna make it.." johns eyes slimmed. Y/Ns hands traveled to find his, connecting them.

"Im a fighter, Capta-"

"Call me john."

"Well then, john," she laughed softly before continuing.

"Is it safe to say im holding my fucking captains hand?" She smirked, sighing happily whilst gently gripping his rough hand.

"Im letting you hold it because i love you, so have fun with that."

"WHAT?" Y/N stuttered, looking straight at Price, like she didnt fully understand.

"I do."

"I-I didn't expect that, but i can say the same for you.."

"Now rest up, i ' ll be back tomorrow." He gave her hand a quick squeeze, kissing her forehead.

Y/N melted on the spot, or atleast wishes she did. What a kind and gentle man outside of the stone cold fighter inside.

A one she unlocked.

(Part 2 anyone?~)