Call of Duty Oneshots

Undercover. (Price x Reader) 🔞

TW: Violence, Sexual themes.

Captain Price had always been an enigmatic figure, a seasoned leader with an aura of authority that was impossible to ignore. Six years older than you, he carried himself with a confidence that demanded respect, and that only added to his allure. But for you, it had always been more than just respect. You had an undeniable crush on him, a secret you held close to your heart. On this particular day, you were at the target practice range, focusing intently on your shot. The cool, crisp air and the echoing sound of gunfire surrounded you. You tried to steady your aim, determined to hit the bullseye.

Suddenly, a familiar presence approached, and your heart skipped a beat. It was Price. He had a way of showing up when you least expected it, and it never failed to make you nervous. He came to a stop just behind you, his nearness sending a shiver down your spine. You could feel his eyes on you as he observed your progress. Your hands trembled slightly, and you missed the bullseye by a mere inch.

Without a word, he stepped closer, his breath ghosting over your ear, and you could barely contain your reaction. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, and it made your insides quiver. With gentle guidance, he helped you adjust your posture, his strong hands gently correcting your stance. He gently placed his hands on your shoulders, adjusting your posture to improve your stance. He used his foot to spread your legs. His touch was firm, and your insides were screaming at how close he was.

"Go ahead sergeant, take the shot" You swallowed hard, trying to focus on your breathing as his presence enveloped you. You could feel his breath fan against your ear. You took a deep breath in and fired your gun. Hitting the bullseye.

"Good Girl" He gently patted your back before he went on his way.

He left you feeling both exhilarated and utterly flustered. You felt the warmth pooling between your legs. You were on your way to Price's office as he called everyone over for a mission debrief. You walk into the room and take a seat on the small sofa next to Soap. The atmosphere was tense, and your heart raced as you waited to hear the details. As he began to explain the mission, the gravity of the situation became clear. Critical information was stored on one of the computers in a Russian safehouse, and the time had come to retrieve it. You listened intently, but your breath caught in your throat when Price revealed the plan.

"We'll be going undercover," he said, his voice steady and commanding. "Y/n and I will pose as a wealthy married couple."

Your eyes widened slightly, and you felt a flush of heat rise to your cheeks. The mere idea of playing pretend with Price, was both thrilling and nerve-wracking.

Price continued with the debrief, explaining that Ghost would serve as your bodyguard, a role he was well-suited for, given that nobody knew his face. Gaz and Soap would be on comms, monitoring the cameras and providing critical information. As the details of the mission sank in, your heart raced not just with the anticipation of the mission but also with the electrifying prospect of being so close with Price. You hoped your infatuation for him wouldn't be too obvious during the mission.

The helo landed softy on the landing pad, we were cleared a landing point just a couple of miles from the hotel we were setting up at. Once we got to our hotel room we started setting up the equipment. Gaz placed a tiny camera on my necklace and attached another to Price's tie. While they were setting up our comms earpieces you went to the bathroom to start getting ready.

As you step into the shower, the water flows gently over your body. Standing there, you close your eyes, allowing the steam to envelop you in its gentle embrace. Your hands trace the contours of your body, fingers brushing over every inch as you lather the shower gel. The sensation of water sliding along your skin is calming, a moment of respite that washes away all the tension and stress about tonight's mission.