Crendenhill was just as she remembered, the asphalt tarmac strong under her heavy boots, the hum of engines filling the air from various birds and trucks. The rhythmic thump of boots as soldiers ran various drills.
Despite the noise it was a welcoming comfort, a sense of relief, like coming home after a holiday, she took a deep breath, relaxing under the cool sun. A small smile coating her lips as price watched her chuckling slightly.
"Nervous?" He questioned lightly bumping her shoulder with his, Addy scoffed lightly kicking a stone as she walked in step with the captain.
"Not on your nelly" the pair chuckled, just like old times. Price could remember the countless nights he'd spend consoling the young Sargent.
He'd find her in the rec room, hunched over on the floor furiously scribbling into an old notepad soap had gifted her. It contained drawings of anything and everything, a means of escape for her. She found solace in the artwork, worlds made entirely from her mind, people in such intricate detail it was reminiscent of a photo.
Soap always insisted on being her muse, if he found her secretly sketching his face he'd ensure to contort and twist it in an effort to throw of her concentration. Price often found one or the other in each other's room, they would sit in silence both basking in the peaceful moment as they slaved away over their notebooks.
Price had never had children of his own but in a sense he found two children in soap and adder, they gave him the pounding headache of a father. He found himself drawn to them, a protective instinct he couldn't control, it swept over his soul and consumed him entirely, an unbearable need to father the two.
"Gentlemen" Price spoke as he entered the aircraft hanger, the metal encasing provided little shelter from the nip of the wind as it bit at their skin. A small smile played on his lips as the three men turned. Roach leant against the old foldable table relaxing as he watched the captain, ghost stood to the right with his hands buried deep in his pockets, his signature mask covering his face as Price had expected. Soap was the last to turn, his eyebrows knitted together and arms folded over his chest as he met the captains gaze, his eyes drifted to the woman stood to the left of Price.
"well fuck me sideways" Soap chuckled, he was shocked to see her stood their next to their captain, after four years she hadn't changed, her hair still pulled into the tight bun he seemed to always associate with her, the small smirk playing on her lips as she chuckled. In an instant the larger Scotsman had his arms wrapped around her in a bone crushing hug lifting her from the ground slightly.
"your smaller than i remember" she finally spoke as the Scotsman placed her back onto her feet. Soaps face contorted into mock hurt, his hands firmly gripping her shoulders as he held her at arms length fully taking her in.
"smaller? you gotta be taking the piss" he chuckled gently slapping her shoulder before mockingly flexing his muscles, adder cackled slightly, the Scotsman hadn't changed in the slightest, his ego still through the roof.
"i heard you never beat my score" adder tilted her head towards the wooden plaque with the best times for the CQB scribbled on it in black marker, soap rolled his eyes heavily laughing at her words.
"No! I slaved for months and never even came close" soap chuckled, his arm resting across adders shoulders tucking her neatly under his arm, she welcomed the embrace.
Adder: 17s
Ghost: 17.8s
Gaz: 18.2s
Roach: 19s
Soap: 22.2s
"It's the extra weight..." adder gently slapped soaps stomach causing him to groan doubling over faking hurt.
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Fighter (Simon Ghost Riley!)
Fanfiction**TRIGGER WARNING PLEASE READ BEFORE STARTING THE STORY! This story contains themes of child abuse and trauma! Please don't read if any of this affects you! Feel free to check out my other story's **** Both from broken home, Both broken down and be...
