Cod One-Shots

💰New neighbor

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I apologize if it's not very detailed and not very long. It's my second fanfiction and I'm still in the process of improving myself. Now enjoy the story!

Captain John Price had been in the military since he was 16 years old. He was one of the youngest cadets which certainly got his name stuck in most of the soldiers head. Nobody thought a man should join at such a young age. Well, boy is more the correct term for him back then. He served for 24 years. He wished to serve more, but he had sustained too many injuries at this point.

A few weeks ago, his brain had suffered from a head injury caused by a grenade that was thrown too close to him. He had been forced to go see the medics and upon further inspection on his body, they found out that it was slowly getting weaker with all the injuries splattered across him. Both external and internal.

If he wanted his body to stay fit and strong, he had to cause it less strain. Unfortunately, the military job didn't allow that, considering that most of the time it required an extreme amount of physical work. The Captain had no other choice but to retire. He was happy with his time as a soldier. He made friends that he considered family.

Yesterday was his last day. The team and a lot of other soldiers went to the pub a few minutes away to celebrate. It was a happy one. They sang and played pool, made bets on who would get hit on, sang and danced to music that was cranked so high up that it resonated from the outside.

Coincidentally, the first one to get hit on was the man of the night himself. He had left the group to go and grab himself another whiskey. He expected to see Sam (the usual barkeeper), but instead it was a woman. A rather young looking one. She had blond hair, green eyes and a smile that could make any man fall under her fingers. In fact, a lot of men were at the bar, just to try and get her number. She flirted with all of them, and Price knew that she was simply enjoying all the attention she was getting. Once her eyes caught Price's being she ignored the other men and leaned over the counter clearly doing on purpose to pull her arms closer so her breasts would be more prominent. In Price's opinion, any woman who did exactly what she was doing -flirting and teasing other men- was only an attention seeker. So he simply ignored her attempts at seduction and asked for his drink.

"I'll have a whisky neat."

"And would you like anything else with that hun?" She slightly bit her lip and he felt disturbed at the amount of boldness this woman has. She was clearly referring to herself.

"No thanks, doll." He gave a fake smile, successfully getting her to go pour his requested liquor.

He sat on a stool at the bar counter waiting for his whiskey. He couldn't wait to feel the burn in his throat once more. He took that time to look around him. The soldiers that had come along to celebrate had all been drinking. Some of them were drunk while others were getting there. He could see a few playing pool and laughing. He looked towards one of the less occupied part of the bar in and noticed a group of soldiers that he knew. They were one of the more troublesome soldiers. Often caused some sort of ruckus. They often get punished by being forced to do extra training. Such as extra laps around the base, extra cleaning duties and extra physical labor. If they still continued misbehaving the next day, they would be taken away their meals for two days. He was honestly impressed that they haven't gotten discharged yet. They kept looking and whispering about you who had no idea you were being called on.

His train of thoughts was pulled away when he felt something warm against his hand. He looked down and saw that his pint glass filled with whiskey and dripping foam. He also noticed that it was still in the woman's hand. He tried pulling it away so he could drink, but before he could her fingers slipped something in his hand. Some men were catcalling her as she was leaning on the counter.