Call of duty imagines

Price [fake it] [+]

Walking into the briefing room you were immediately greeted with an overwhelming hug. "Oh peace has been restored!" Gaz yelled bear hugging you, almost bone crushing.

A week prior on a covert mission you had been shot in your side by a bullet, in hand to hand combat unaware of the assailants hand, he take taken your pistol using it against you. But for a while you had taken some time off while it healed. Of course, the others had taken time throughout their day to visit you. Soap and and Gaz brought meals by your quarters almost every day, often times meals came from the cafeteria as neither of the two men had the skills to even boil water. Surprisingly enough Ghost took time to visit you, he was more of a "enjoy the presence while it last" type of guy, he felt no need to ask questions or talk, often times he listened to you while you tell him about all the things Gaz and Soap tell you about him.

Then finally Price.

He was almost like your knight in shining armor, he'd give you pain meds when needed, read you your favorite book whenever you grew tired from physical therapy. He was patient with you, not because you were a woman but because he respected you.
He definitely wasn't the type for equality whenever it came to training.

You were the second person in the briefing room; price waited at the table with a case file open. When you stepped in, he glanced up from the file and smiled fondly. "Y/N," he sighed, standing up and outstretching his hand. "Relived to see you back." He shook your hand before pulling you into one of his dad hugs.

His beard had grown out, kept sharp and clean but remained thick and corse. For a moment, all acceptable responses to the interaction left your brain only to be replaced by thoughts of what he would look like between your legs. You could practically feel his beard scraping your thighs.

You gulped feeling this uneasiness within your core, regaining composure you smiled at him before taking a seat across the fold out table.

The rest of the men filed into the room, each of them having their own unique way of greeting you. Price sighed seeing them already distracted, but ultimately he was overjoyed to see you again.

He began to brief on his recent tracking of Shepard. "Last seen in Morocco, intel says he's headed northeast toward Russia. We have reason to believe he's has a running op. with illegal weapons. For now we meet Laswell and brief there. Wheels up in thirty."

"I expect the best from you, we've missed you." Price patted your shoulder as he walked out the briefing room. Your hand subconsciously touched the imprinted touch of his hand upon your shoulder, the warmth subsiding in your hand.

Packed into the heli, you sat arm to arm, leg to leg with the others, despite the size of the lift, the men sure knew how to hog up all the space. For a while the ride remained silent, only the sound of the pilot radioed in your headset.

You snuck a glance at Price from your seat across the aisle and you could've sworn he was watching you, his attention quickly reverted back toward Soap who played finger puppets with Gaz. He wasn't interested in them, just wanted to watch you without reason, but he knew you were no more than a comrade.

"When we land we'll meet Laswell at the bank and from there we split into pairs, Gaz and Ghost with nikolai at the port where shipments will go, Soap you're with Laswell, stay on coms so we know our next moves. Y/n, you're with me, we have a reservation at the St. Revlon hotel, we're going undercover."

Unaware of the situation you could only watch Price with confusion written all over. The others simply agreeing as if it was another day.

Landing under the harsh blazing sun, you split into the designated pairs, agreeing to keep in touch.