Call Of Duty One-Shots

Bedtime (PricexTF 141 + OC) Part 3

Last part, enjoy!

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Ghost enters his room that evening to find Indy, Gaz, and Soap waiting for him.

"We need to talk." Indy says, arms crossed. Soap and Gaz are a bit more hesitant at what is about to go down and let her handle this.

It only takes a second for him to realize what's going on. "Price got to you." Ghost crosses his own arms and looks at her, upset.

"So what if he did? We need to-"

"No." He cuts her off. "You're supposed to keep those two from cracking under pressure, and yet you're the one breaking."

"Come on, Ghost! This has gone on long enough. We need to come clean and end the torture we've been going through." She tries to reason.

"Yeah, come on, Lt. I cannae go through more training like this." Soap shows his support for giving in, with Gaz nodding in agreement.

"He'll drive our asses into the ground." He counters. "We won't get away unscathed."

"We're already getting our asses handed to us every training session. We need to come clean." Indy insists. "Gaz, Soap, and I are willing to listen and actually go to bed. With what he's putting us through during training, I'm sure none of us will protest getting some actual sleep tonight."

"Weak, all of you." He growls, not liking how he's outnumbered.

She puts her foot down and gets serious. "Ghost, the only reason you're mad is because you can't sleep. The rest of us don't have insomnia like you. You get to hide it if nobody else sleeps either, but the second the rest of us are well-rested, and Price sees you have gotten worse, he's sending your ass to get checked and that's what you're trying to avoid."

Gaz and Soap both panic at the deadly look on their Lieutenant's face, hiding behind Indy as a shield.

Leaning down over her, Ghost speaks in a eerily calm voice. "You three answer to me. We are not telling Price."

"... Price!" Indy shouts and bolts out of the room faster than they can react. The sergeants look on in shock, turning to the equally shocked Ghost before bolting out after her. No way in hell are they about to get in even more trouble by sticking with Ghost.

"Price!" She keeps shouting, trying to find the Captain, wherever the hell he is.

"Indy!"

"Wait for us!"

"Indy! Stop it! Don't!"

She finally gets to his office and barges in. "Price! We need to talk-"

"It was Ghost's idea, we just went along-"

"Please, you cannae make us run again-

Hands clamp down on all three of their mouths from behind. How Ghost managed to do that with only two hands? Nobody knows.

Price just sits back in his chair with a smug smile as he stares at the wide-eyed soldiers. "Seems you've all got something on your minds."

Three of the four nod.

"Ignore them, Captain." Ghost tries to remain calm and keep the other from squirming out of his hold. "They're fine." He growls out that last word while throwing a small glare at each one of them.

"Oh?" Price is gonna milk this for at it's worth and play along. "Well, I'm not so sure. I'm gonna ask Indy." He turns to her with a warm smile. "Indy, is everything ok?"