10 Or 11 Little Ducks Have Been Spotted Crossing The Dash Board

we’ve never got the chance to see fred and george in a love context with someone (except maybe from angelina at the ball) what are your thoughts?

man this took me a hot minute, my brain just didn’t want to work

Fred

Can be very forgetful and careless. Sometimes forgets to think before speaking, so inevitably will say something rude to you and make you upset. And forget important dates. But he does feel horrible about it after, apologizes a million times and gets so clingy.

Brags and shows his s/o off A LOT. Always talking about “his girl/boy”. If he wins a friendly quidditch match, he’s saying it’s cuz he had his good luck charm. If you walk into the store, he’ll stop mid convo with a customer like “there’s my girl/boy.”

Loves to annoy you. Literally just makes up random things, especially if you didn’t go to Hogwarts or have magic. Will say it with a straight face too, then look down at you and smile when you figure it out.

Has a matching bracelet with you, perhaps like a piece of twine he wrapped around d your wrist then made himself one. Likes to have something that reminds him of you and vice versa.

Sometimes doesn’t think before he acts, so if there is a perceived slight, he will ignore you and sit in that feeling. Can be known to speak before thinking as well, is also very quick to anger, and takes a while to calm down. He’s kind of like a boiled pot, it will spill over if not taken care of.

George

Really good at remembering what you said, keeps a list of things you’ve mentioned wanting so he can get you a gift you’ll want. But he can get really absorbed in making new products for the store, so if he forgets he legit beats himself up over it. Will make it up to you.

A little more private about his love, he still brags but he’s not shouting it out all the time. He talks about his partner A LOT. When he writes to his mom he loves to talk about your achievements. He’s so proud of what you accomplish.

Loves to mess with you. His favorite is hiding a figurine or trinket through out the house and waiting until you find it.

Loves to point out two objects or animals and say “that’s us.” Like sure babe, we are those two worms.

Will ignore you, just locks himself in this office when he’s upset and work. Is capable of communicating this, but it depends on how upset he is. This doesn’t really last long though, maybe a few hours at most. He’s not someone who will say something they don’t mean in a heated moment, so if he says something very rude he probably means it, but he tries to communicate multiple times before coming to verbal blows.

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GN and Male Readers after they expect the Reader in an X Reader story to be GN or Male, but instead they realize that the Reader is female:

A fate worse than death

Summary:Finding out why your call Death isn't as fun as hearing about it

Type:Scenario: 141 + Los Vaqueros X M!Reader

Version:Mw2

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They were told that you could get your hands dirty. There's been jokes, about how to never mess with you. The people that knew you well watched their tongue and was extra careful around you then anyone else. The people that knew you well weren't scared of Ghost. Price was worried the first time you met Ghost. No one that knew how you fought would spar against you. They should have token the warning. The shadow company knew you, Shepherd knew you, Price, Graves, Alejandro, Laswell, All the leaders you've met. They knew you. Yet, with all that knowledge, knowing why you were called death they still fucked around and found out. Not Price or Alejandro or Laswell. But Graves. You were called Death, and when you hunted someone down people would tell them "A fate worse than death, is heading your way". You were labed as death and it'd be unfortunate to find out way first hand, not just hearing about it, cause when you hear about it, it's not as scary. It'll give you an imagine or a slight unsettling feeling stuck in your stomach for quite some time. A day. A month. Possibly a few minutes, or hours. Or even just a few seconds. But it never stayed long enough to make you permanently scared of someone, or something. So when watching you stand there, still, quiet, angry. It makes you wonder, what are you about to do. When your as well known as you are why would you just stand there. Some people slowly backed away, like Price and Alejandro. Ghost, Gaz, and Soap watched from their sniper positions. Rudy followed Alejandro, staying close behind. Laswall was trying to get insight of what's happening from Price. Graves was no where to be seen. But infront of you was a shadow company, holding his gun to your head, pressing to your head actually. You could see his shaking hands and all he could see were two eyes, that would probably be glowing red if they could. Your eyes said everything for you. You weren't happy, especially with a gun to your head. The shadow knew that he had a chance to run, to be safe away from you. But he didn't take the chance. He left it for his teammates who were long killed, him having no knowledge of that of course. Ghost had his scope on the man's head ready to shoot if needed, Gaz was watching a little closer with his sniper rifle same with Soap. Price didn't know exactly what was about to happen but he knew it wasn't gonna be pretty.

"Shoot him soldier!"

The shadow company soldiers shoulder radio went off, it was commander Phillip Graves. Who currently was watching from another place. No where near where the soldier was.

"You have the shot, Take it!"

Graves yelled again that's when the shadow made a grave mistake(get it?) He let go of his gun with one of his hands to respond to his commander. You seen the flick of regret in his eyes as you grabbed his gun, that was now only held by his weaker hand, and yanked it away from him. Instead of shooting him, you smashed the gun as hard as possible in the cheek bone, completely shattering the said bone. He fell back abit grabbing his face, you took that opportunity to smash the gun down on the top of his head, causing the gun to slightly crash his skull, but not enough to damage him to bad. But you didn't stop there. If you did he could have recovered with minor injuries. But no. You continued to smash the gun against his head until he fell all the way to the ground. Now standing over him breathing heavily you gripped the gun and looked at his thigns. Most people would have just killed him, but you? Your like a sloth bear, you inflict the most damage possible instead of killing. You smirked devilishly before repeatedly bashing his thign bone in, his femur bone the most painful bone in your body to break, also one of the strongest. You beat his leg with the butt of his gun watching as it slowly tore itself apart, his bone breaking more and more with every hit, his blood hitting your clothes, skin, shoes, gun, everything. Price covered his mouth horrified at the sight of blood, even though he's been in the military since he was sixteen he's never seen something like this. Alejandro couldn't look away, he didn't want to but it was hard to look away, and Rudy he stood there, gun at his feet, wide eyed as he thought stared. The snipers on the other hand couldn't see what was happening very well. The shadows screams echoed every second across the trees and large rocks surrounding him. You sudden stopped beating one of his legs but kept the gun digged inside of the area where a bone use to be, you looked in the man's eyes and smiled before moving to the other leg. If he survived, he wouldn't live much longer. You repeated the same process to his other leg this time a bit slower, just so he could feel it more. The shadow could feel his bone caving in on the bottom of his thign, he couldn't feel his other leg but he could feel the cold air hitting the inside of both of his thigns. Feeling the butt of the gun repeatedly hit his thign felt way worse than he could even imagine, his leg was turning to mush as you beat it with the steel gun. If you looked at his thigns with any light you'd see the way his muscle, nerves, veins even have caved in, you could see the way his bone broke and shattered due to direct contact. His muscles just looked like raw, boneless, chicken. A slightly brighter pink, covered in dark red blood causing you to not be able to see the pink muscle. The nerves sticking to muscle and bone as it was beaten done and destroyed by you, his viens also latching on to muscle and bone, just thicker and more noticeable than the white thin nerves. You can't see how all the muscles connected due to it being red gooey muse now. The man was only alive due to the adrenaline and pain running through his body. You backed away a bit and dropped the gun, looking at your work you turned your head to look at the three behind you. Price was horrified, slightly shaking, his hand covered his month as a instant reaction. He was like a deer in headlights. Alejandro had to turn around and throw up a couple time due to the bloody sighting. So he was hunched around a pile of puke turning his best to not turn around or puke again. Rudy had snapped out of it due to Alejandro puking. He had to stay strong for Alejandro.

"P...Please"

You turned your head back to look at the man.

"P..please j...just let me-me go..."

You leaned down and grabbed his hair pulling him up to look at you. Tilting your head you looked the shadow dead in the eyes with a look that could scare the devil. And smirked

"And how would you do that? Mm?"

The man only whined in pain as you dropped him. Chuckling you pressed your foot to the shadows head.

"Aww it was fun, but now it's your turn to sleep tight"

You then lifted your foot, bringing it down at a fast paste, the man moved as fast as he could. Grabbing a throwing knife and jabbing it into the sole of your shoe and foot, you let out a scream and you slightly jumped away from the man, causing him to flip himself around and drag himself. Not caring that the grass, the dirt, and small insects along with bacteria was getting into his busted thigns, getting on his blood, beaten muscles. He was basically rubbing the, still intact, muscles and fibers into the disgusting earth below him. Causing infections and sickness to weld up in his opened legs. He thought he was getting far with slowly dragging himself away, but he didn't know or see you yank the knife out of the bottom of your foot. Throwing the knife into the man's shoulder you grabbed his other shoulder and flipped him back over. Now he could see your face clearly. It was covered in blood, his blood, dripping as the droplets of blood connected, making a small stream of blood to run down your neck and torso, speaking of torso, your shirt and vest were covered, soaked in the man's blood, the bombs, the gun, throwing knife, taser, everything had blood on it. But your expression was pissed, it had a permanent glare, a snarl mixed with panting. He could see your spit that was on your teeth causing a string of saliva to slowly fall from the two teeth. The man looked at your eyes, filled with bloodlust and rage, your eyes had red in them from popped blood vessels. You let go of the man's shoulder and stepped on his shoulder and pushed it down onto the knife until you couldn't press down anymore. The entire blade was sticking out, as his shoulder was slightly being torn apart, the handle of the knife was the only part in the man. He was to stunned by the pain in his shoulder to notice your foot come down, this time a knife didn't stab your foot. You stomped and stomped and stomped on the man's head even after his head collapsed on itself. You didn't stop crashing the man's head in until you felt as though you were done. His skull was crashed, his eyes popped and brain caved in, his teeth fell at the back of his throat as it got smashed into the earth below. You crashed his head like a balloon, it popped and blood went everywhere, the surrounding around was covered in blood, in beaten organs, and hungry insects. When you finally stepped away from the body you limped over to the others not daring to look back at the mess you've made. As the bugs start to eat the man enjoying the fresh and large meal, the others couldn't look you in the eye.

"Shall we get going then?"

You asked with a slight smile as you patted Price's shoulder and Alejandro's back you continued on. You four met up with the snipers who were confused. They couldn't see what was happening since the trees and the other three were covering it, Ghost could kinda see what happened since he was higher up then the other two but still didn't really know. So seeing your cover head to toe in someone else blood, a shaky and wide eyed Price, Alejandro covered in his own puked and Rudy holding Alejandro up, being his own source of strength currently. They were confused, very confused.

"Oh my, what happened?!"

Gaz was very worried and alittle scared, hes never seen his Captain so scared before. Soap could only stare at the people who he thought could never be scared. And Ghost was quiet, he knew you did something, not necessarily to them but infront of them, he knew it was because of you.

"Don't worry about it, we all got a helicopter to catch don't we?"

You said with a slight laugh before limping past them to the helicopter lending zone. The snipers were left confused but either way everyone got to the helicopter on time and went back to the base. Meanwhile Graves was staring at a black screen stunned, quite, as white as a ghost. He couldn't believe what he just seen. No, he refused to believe what he seen. It was from that point on no one who was a witness to what you did could look at you without removing that day, you had scared the Captian shitless and was seen as, The fate worse than death.

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[A/n:If I'm being honest it's not as gruesome as I wanted. I hoped you enjoyed]

crybaby learns how to swim - subtitled

The Most Humane Monsters

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (WIP)

Yandere!Mold Ethan Winters x GN!reader

EDIT: I was going to do this as one massage oneshot but after checking the word count (5889) I think it would be better to break it down, don't want a repeat of Stay With Me. Therefore this will be the first part.

Summery: Childhood friends of Ethan Winters you watch as the blond man grow into a fine adult, someone caring and devoid of any malicious capabilities. As time grows you soon realize that you love the adorably dumb man, Ethan was everything in your eyes. So when he marries another person by the name of Mia it tore you to pieces, especially when you come to learn her true nature. Cruel, manipulative, and cold, safe to say you hated her in every way. Regardless, Ethan loved her whole heartedly and you did your best to support him. One day Mia goes missing from her "babysitting job", days turn to week, and week to months, Ethan was a wreck from the anxiety. And despite all feelings for Mia and for Ethan you buried them alive, stepping in as the supportive friend Ethan always knew you as. Apparently that was not enough as without any notice Ethan was gone, out on an adventure to save his wife. This left you alone with no idea of what happened to the man you loved, left alone for weeks and months. Just you and your thoughts.

That is until Ethan returned, changed by the experiences in more than just emotional trauma.

Tags: Heavy Angst, some fluffy moments, yandere themes (lighter side), Ethan being turned into a mostly mindless mold monster, character violence, mentions of abuse, jealously, mentions of depression and eating disorder, slow-ish burn, friends to lovers (?)

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Late light illuminated the hallow room of your bedroom, an auburn colouration of the dim light painted the side of your face as you stared at the celling. By the Gods so much has happened, you don't even know how it all arranged in the way it did. Like the natural chaos of pulling threads of a rug, it unfolded everything taking the neat patterns and pristine image made of a thousand little strands carefully weaved.

The slight pull of a inky black arms grounds from your thoughts, encasing your waist in a comforting matter you turn to face the man who owns them. Sound asleep, like a delicate angel despite his current... disfigurement.

Ethan Winters could never be dirtied in your eyes, he was always beauty to you.

Many months earlier, news of the greatest misery for Ethan cursed his ears. Mia was missing, all the man knew is that she went overseas to 'babysit' some rich spoiled brat. You didn't buy that bullshit story for one second, Ethan on the other hand the story was a hook-line and sinker. It blackened your light heart even more than this blood-feud of jealousy Mia caused you. How could such a perfect man end up with such a horrible woman?

How cruel were the gods?

You thought that Mia was going overseas to sleep with other men, sugar daddies or something along those lines. It seemed to fit her character, especially when she would 'work' for days on end and not even tell Ethan. The amount of times he'd call you in an anxious panic asking for your advise.

"should I call the police?", "What if she's hurt and not contacting me because of that?!". The echo of the fearful words reverberated in your mind like a hollow cave, every time you would have to calm down Ethan from jumping off the rails. Ethan was never the fearful or anxious type, but there was one thing about those he loved and that was protective and giving to a self-sacrificial fault. The perfect combination for someone who was manipulative and the 'taker' in a relationship. You hated every time Ethan retelling the newest issue with Mia, how even before they got married there were so many issues. And despite all of that he stayed with her, Ethan was so forgiving and blind with 'love' that he didn't see the countless red flags or your disapproval. You tried your best to gently lead him to his own conclusion of how abusive Mia was but Ethan never did, for a man so smart he was also so fucking stupid. The breaking point was when Ethan called you about Mia being cold and snappy at him again, this time she worked for an entire week without ever coming home or telling Ethan where she went. Then when she got home avoided Ethan completely like he wasn't even there, you were reminded of how Ethan could barely articulate himself through snot-filled tears.

Full ugly crying, hick-ups included.

She wouldn't even let Ethan touch, hug, or kiss her. This, as unfortunate as it is was "normal" behavior, what finally pissed you off is when Ethan told you when he went to hug her anyways because he was so thankful Mia was back unharmed, she scratched him across the face. Years, upon years broke out in less than minutes as you finally spilled out all the hate you had for that woman. Going from a silent ear that listened to Ethan occasionally offering physical comfort and advise, to spouting how abusive Mia is and how she has been taking advantage of Ethan for YEARS! No longer could you try to delicately allow Ethan to come to his conclusion, he needed a reality check. Now.

But as fate has it the opposite affect happened than what you were aiming for, Ethan became defensive which caused you to become for offensive and reticule Mia even more. Ethan dug his heels and defended her actions tooth and nail, which caused you to get more frustrated and angry. This soon turned into a full argument where the both of you were crying as you yelled at each other, you desperately wanting Ethan's safety- emotionally and mentally, while he wanted you to stop slandering his wife!

In hindsight you should have seen this coming, of course going out with teeth and claws was going to cause Ethan to become defensive and therefore do Mia's work of legitimizing her abuse. Regardless of innocent intentions the actions had consciences, negative ones. Ethan yelled at you to leave his house at once, heart broken and frustrated you obeyed out of respect of your friendship. Ethan didn't talk to you for weeks, what used to be a bright and bubbling friendship with the two of you talking almost every break turn into agonizing radio silence. You waited by the phone just hoping he finally understood what you mean, harshness and all, and come to... say anything. Apologize was not the right word, just validate your words or at the very least say he didn't hate you.

But Ethan never did.

Weeks turned and passed like breaths in the vastness of unwavering time, taken and gone.

You knew what you had to do and you fucking hated it, but it was for Ethan. Always for Ethan. Picking up for your phone after another sleepless night you opened and started texting him,

Hey, 8:34am

Do you have time to talk? 8:35am

You stared into the screen as the moments passed by, moments into minutes. Minutes that made another string of silent tears slipping through your closed eyes, pressing your forehead against the glass screen of your phone silent praying to every deity you know by name for something, fucking anything.

Nothing.

There was nothing else you could do, nothing but wait. You didn't want to get up out of bed, you didn't want to get dressed, and you most certainly didn't want to bother bathing or eating anything. But this would be the fifth time already if you ignored all basic needs, with lead in your heart and tips of your limbs you swing your body into action, using their own heavy weight to start the motion. Groggily you start to move towards the bathroom, turning the water to a boiling hot temperature before removing your clothes and standing under the water. The hot water felt like it was melting the matts and knots inside your flesh and bone, leaning your face right into the stream stung but felt nice at the same time. Your phone played music as you washed yourself, taking the scrubby trying to get the weeks worth of anxiety sweat and depressive neglect out.

The music is interrupted for a moment which you didn't may much mind to, engrossed in the enveloping sensation of warmth of your ever-cold soul. However, once you did step out you check your phone and saw a single message from Ethan.

I don't want to talk. 9:15am

Quickly your fingers start typing as water still dripped of your naked body.

Please Ethan, I want to apologize 9:17am

In person 9:17am

You bit your lip in anxiety as you waited for a response, you just got his attention and if you lost Ethan now you would never forgive yourself. Losing Ethan because of your lack of control when it came to Mia, if your friendship ended this way you would never forgive yourself. Your phone pinged.

Okay, I can talk 10am before work 9:19am

You collapsed by the sink as tears of joy started to fall, water pooled around you as you stayed down. So much anxiety, relief, stress collecting and releasing all at the same time. You were going to set this straight or at the very least try.

10am rolled around and you stood in front of Ethan's house having the same dread building inside since the text, this was it. You already wanted to break down and cry but you can't, not yet. You needed to be strong and face this, for Ethan.

Three strong knocks to the door echoed out and the silence was painful as you waited, slowly the sounds of footsteps came muffled from inside until they were at the other side of the door. Slowly the door opened to a solemn looking Ethan, you smiled meekly before greeting him. He didn't respond, obviously Ethan was still pissed at you and it shattered you more. Already so close to breaking,

He steps aside and allows you to come in, taking your jacket in the process you set it on a chair before speaking. "Don't worry, I wont stay long. I just need to apologize and I'll be out of your hair."

Ethan didn't respond, just stood where you could only see his back. You mind echoing and circling with all the most negative thoughts, like a stream that couldn't end. A dam with a crack that turned into the tsunami that came crashing on the unexpecting town, unable to do anything but watch and death approached with a speed that was impossible to outrun.

Ethan sat down on the couch and stayed silent, you cleared your throat and opened your bag to uncover your gift. A loaf of bread.

"It the rosemary garlic sour dough you like, I figured I'd have to come with a peace offering at least." You smiled timidly again as Ethan's eyes scanned you again, there was something going on behind then and the worst part was you had no idea of what it was.

Awkwardly you set the still warm loaf on the coffee table and sat down, "I came here to apologize, that much is obvious so I'll just start."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry being an asshole of a friend, I'm sorry for slandering your wife and worse yet in a time that's already so stressful for you." You start the long winded apology, staring at the ground too scared to see what Ethan is expressing during it all.

"I know you know I don't exactly have the best of feelings towards Mia, and as your friend I should be setting that aside because she's your wife. If she makes you happy then that's what matters." There was a moment of silence as that same anxiety burned black in the bottom of your heart, you knew the next part wasn't going to be easy.

Ethan went to say something but stopped as you continued, "But that's not the only thing I came here to say, I feel like you deserve a little more than that. You deserve an explanation."

"I've known you for so long Ethan, and the truth is I've had a crush on you since graduation of highschool. As the years went by that crush turned into love." You finally turned to face the man, he had this vacuumous look on his face.

"When you married Mia I was bitter, jealous. Still am. I did my best to support you while hiding my feelings and well, you know how well that went." Your voice started to waver.

"The point of telling you this is not to guilt trip you or make you feel worse but rather to just get it off my chest. I know how awkward it is to have your friend around when you know they have feelings for you, especially when your wife is not far away. So if you want to end our friendship because of it I won't blame you, I won't fight it, I'll go and you don't have to feel any guilt."

"But its your decision, I just ask you do me the common curtesy of telling me."

Silence screamed between the two of you.

"That's all I wanted to say," You start to stand, pull your coat and bag from the chair you set it on and opened the door. For some reason you stopped and almost turned back to Ethan but you stopped yourself halfway, one part of you wanted to say goodbye knowing fully well this might be the last time you ever see the man you loved. Another part told you already said enough, to say anything else would be more cruel.

So, you didn't.

You silently closed the door behind you and walked down the pavement back to your car, got in closed the door and drove off. Silence filled the air and nothing beyond the constant rubble of the vehicle was heard, only by the time you were halfway home did the tears start.

And they did not stop.

There was nothing on your end for weeks, you assumed Ethan took the logical conclusion and ended your friendship.

Only he didn't tell you anything,

'That's fine, its understandable' you lied to yourself. The deep depression you fell into begged otherwise, it was the only voice of truth in your ever-spiral of lies. You woke up, got dressed, sometimes bathed, ate the most pathetic breakfast, went to work, got home, and stayed in bed until you fell asleep. Often skipping dinner you lost a lot of weight, quickly, unhealthily. Other people at work complimented you on that unhealthy habit, saying you look so good because of it and that you weary complexation was just a 'adjustment period' of you diet. Because clearly you were on a diet and not starving yourself because you were in the deepest depression you have ever been in your life. One part of you was so bitter at the at the mouth-breathing morons around you, all praising your clear withering body because of their equally abusive mindsets. The other part so engrossed in your misery that you can't even expend the energy further than a rough sigh through the nose before going back to that chaos.

Meanwhile with Ethan he thought about your words, all the little puzzle pieces that he never bothered to look at before finally fell together to finish the image. It all made sense suddenly. He wanted to say something, talk to you and tell you he still likes you. Ethan still wanted you around and be with him, but he couldn't say anything yet because his own guilt eating himself alive. This entire time you supported Ethan with his issues with Mia and never once spoke of how you felt, his own best friend in love with him and he was talking about his relationship issues. Ethan wanted to punish himself for all the years he made you suffer in this misery, in silence. What was it, since highschool? That means you've been suffering for thirteen- fifteen years?

Gods, Ethan felt horrible.

Thinking of your words during the argument made so much sense now, and the worst part was that Ethan was finally starting to understood what you meant by Mia 'not being the best person'. This entire time Mia was mistreating him and Ethan was so engrossed with having the 'perfect' life that he never saw it, he just wanted to have a happy family he willingly ignored it. Tears started to pour out but for a different reason,

More time passed as weeks grew longer, that was went he finally received a message from Mia. At first he was so thankful but then Ethan reminded himself of everything he learnt- or rather finally discovered, but she was in trouble. It was an email with nothing more than a video where she talked to the camera clearly dirty and terrified, despite everything Ethan still felt a little love for her. He didn't want to see this woman suffering, he wanted to save her. Ethan finally came to a conclusion, he would go out to help Mia with whatever is going on. Once things settled down he'd devoice her and then talk to you, Ethan didn't know what else after that but he knew that he wanted to still be with you. Not that he had much time to think about it as Ethan quickly packed his bags and got ready to return to Louisiana.

Things never went as plan did they, being captured by the Baker family, Mia going psyco on him, the infection, the mold. The entire time though all Ethan could think about was you, how you were always there. When he was sick and Mia was out 'working' you'd come over and offer some soup you made, it was always delicious. When he was bed ridden you stay and help out so he could recover, listen to him mope and whine, then sleep on the couch. You were always there to celebrate his promotions as a software engineer, take him out drinking and do what he wanted to. Be the shoulder for him to cry on.

Ethan wanted to make things right again.

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A Captain’s Pride | platonic!John Price x m!reader

@satan-incarnate-666 asked: “I am really proud of you, y'know” price & familial m!reader pls

summary: Price is there whenever you need him, even when you’re trying to get a new job.

tws: swearing, smoking 

‘Piano Man’ by Billy Joel played softly, one of Price’s records that wasn’t some sort of classic heavy metal, as he sat beside you, nursing a black coffee in one hand, holding a half-smoked cigar in the other as he subtly swayed side to side with the song, watching you carefully as you stood up whilst typing, your laptop resting on the side; you had been at it for hours, trying to properly word your letter to try and get into the Gurkhas. Price was happy to help, happy to provide a reference, and although he had said it a dozen times already, he kept telling you how proud he was; he always sang your praises the loudest, always made sure that you knew exactly how proud of you he always was. After all, to Price, you were like a son; he had more or less watched you grow up, from your first day in the army, from your first day in the SAS, Price had always been there one way or another, and when your group joined up with his, he always paid extra attention to making sure that you knew exactly what you were doing and why. Price had always been there, he was your guide and your mentor, and when your commanding officer told you that, if you could write a convincing enough letter to them, he would recommend you to the Gurkhas, you knew that Price would be there to help you along the way however he could and as best as he could. 

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