Call Of Duty One-Shots

Bedtime (PricexTF 141 + OC) Part 1

Time for some Papa Price. I'm surprised I haven't made one of these yet, but then I remembered I did it with Laswell which is probably why it didn't hit me until now. Enjoy!

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John Price.

Captain of Task Force 141.

A.K.A: The Dad

Price was well aware of his parental tendancies around his task force. They were either pointed out to him by one of his soldiers or he would catch himself in the act. The team tolerated it for the most part since he was their Captain. After all, it was expected of him to look after their health and safety.

Most recently, though, Price started noticing that his soldiers were more sleep-deprived than usual. Even Gaz, the most 'normal' one of the group, was starting to look like a racoon.

Deciding that enough is enough, Price chooses to do something about it.

"Lights out at 22:00 tonight." He says with his arms crossed, looking at the group of soldiers currently chilling in the common room. (10:00 p.m.)

Soap is the first to react, laughing as if it was a joke. "That's funny, Captain. Giving us a bedtime like we're some fresh faced recruits."

The others just give him confused and doubtful looks. "What do you mean lights out is at 22:00? Since when are we back at basic training rules?" Indy asks, a bit insulted at having been given a bedtime.

Price just narrows his eyes at them. "You lot haven't been getting any sleep-" Ghost goes to protest at that but he doesn't let him get a single syllable out. "-and I don't want to hear it from an insomniac. We both know that eye black isn't just to hide you better under that mask."

Ghost huffs harshly at that and looks annoyed at the Captain's accusation. By now, Soap realizes that Price is not joking. "What?! Ye cannae do that! Ye're nae my Da!"

Not having the subject up for debate, Price uses his Commanding Officer voice, loud and booming. "Lights out at 22:00 and that's final. Do I make myself clear, soldiers?"

Every single one of them straightens up at the sudden tone, looking like little kids that just got a stern talking to and want to avoid any more trouble.

"Yes, sir." Gaz responds meekly for everyone, leaving the room in silence as the Captain heads off to his office.

"... looks like we're dealing with Papa Price, tonight, boys." Indy sighs, annoyed at the turn of events.

"I'm nae sleeping at 10:00. It's early n' stupid." Soap grumbles.

Ghost speaks up, voice low. "He said bed is at 10, not that we have to be asleep at 10."

That one comment causes everyone to grin in realization, each and every one of them planning their own little activity for after lights out.

"Ghost, ye feckin' genius." Soap looks absolutely devlish at the thought.

"Just don't do anything stupid. If he hears anything, you'll get caught and then he might check up on the rest of us and then we'll get caught." Indy warns.

"Yeah, then we'll really be in trouble. I don't wanna know what he'll do to us if we're caught." Gaz says with a shudder.

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At 22:05, Price goes to the barracks part of the base to remind everyone that they should be in bed. He's shocked to find all of them with their doors closed and the lights off. (10:05 p.m.)

Suspicious, he knocks on Ghost's door. The sound of a bed creaking and footsteps are heard before the door swings open. "What is it, Captain?" His voice is gravelly, clearly sounding tired.

"... nothing, sleep well, Ghost." With that, he walks off and leaves the soldier to his sleep.

Next, he knocks on the youngest Sergeant's door. When there isn't any response, he gently twists the doorknob and peaks into the room. Gaz is laying in bed and tightly curled up into his pillow, his chest slowly rises and falls with each breath. 

Price quickly leaves and quietly shuts the door. That's 2 of his soldiers actually getting some rest. He knows he should be suspicious, but he's too excited at the thought of everyone sleeping peacefully to question it.

Hoping for another success, he knocks on Indy's door. He hears soft footsteps behind the door before it opens. 

"Mmmm.... what is it, Price?" Indy asks with a tired yawn, clearly ready to get into bed.

"I was just making sure everyone was following orders. I'm kind of surprised you all didn't try to organize a protest." He says, sounding surprised at the lack of pushback.

"Well, I can personally say I wasn't going to risk getting my ass punished. Training is hard enough without needing to piss you off and giving you a reason to drive us into the ground." She says, swaying lightly on her feet. "Besides, I got myself some peppermint tea and am more than ready to konk out."

That gets him to chuckle slightly. "Yeah, that's a smart move on your end. Well then, I'll let you get some sleep. Night, Indy." He gives her shoulder a light squeeze in place of a hug and walks off.

"Night, Price." Her doors closes and light footsteps are heard as she gets into bed.

Now for the hard one. Soap.

Praying the entire time, Price approaches on the sergeant's door, hoping that he's already asleep. He can hear snoring by the time he reaches it and chuckles to himself. Slowly twisting the doorknob, he looks inside and is greeted by the sight of Soap sprawled out on the bed, snoring freely.

He quietly closes the door and grins happily to himself as he heads off to his own room for some sleep. It's clear he feels quiet proud of himself for getting his soldiers some propper sleep, even if he had to be a bit of a dad in order to achieve it. His footsteps echo down the hall until they can no longer be heard...

Ghost radios the others on their private channel. "He's gone."

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There's definitely gonna be a part 2 for this. This concept was way too funny. Let me know what you think in the comments!