One Day After A Mission Gone Terrifyingly Wrong, John Buries Himself In His Quarters And Drinks Away

You think price was born with that bear swag or did he have to go through twink death to earn it

That fucker definitely had to earn his bear swag.

Like, I can imagine he enlisted for the army at a young age and didn’t really go through all of what puberty had to offer yet, so he was around 5’7 and all bones. But soon, after going through hell and back with training, people, and sometimes bullying, he bulked/toughened up over the years and eventually turned into the big bear he is today.

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Sometimes the team will ask to see pictures of him when he was a kid or a teen, but since he doesn’t have many pictures of himself during those times of his life, he just shows them a fresh-faced Sergeant Price standing at attention in his old base’s courtyard(however, if they were to call his old Captain for pictures, they’d get that and videos of Sergeant Price up to his no good shenanigans).

I feel like Nik has a tattoo of John’s name somewhere on his chest. Whether that be on his left tit, right tit, or smack dab in the middle, none of that matters to John when he’s kissing his husband’s torso and working his way down to the bulge in his pants.

I also feel like John has a tattoo of Nik’s name on his lower back just above his ass. Whenever the two are alone and he has his shirt off, Nik will trace the design gently with his left hand while the right is fondling his husband to the point of no return.

Yes, the lights add onto the Holiday Card feel(now I’m back in the Christmas spirit damn it).

Actually, scratch the Holiday Card feel thing. It reminds me of those AI Holiday pictures you see on Christmas music compilation videos.

A bit unrelated to COD, but it’s snowing where I am and I’m curious about if it’s snowing where you are too. Do you get much snow? I don’t, and I can barely remember the last time it did snow, so this is pretty cool for me.

Maybe I’ll make snow cream if I get enough😋

Aw man, I wish we had snow right now. It's gonna freeze tonight, I think.

For Scotland, or at least where I am in Scotland there truly isn't that much snow. Like ever. Which depresses me greatly but whenever there is snow it's maybe just enough for you to step in and leave a footprint in.

Regardless of how pathetic the snow is, I'll take a photo of it every time, lmao.

Love the photo, I love it when lights do the thing [I can't remember the word].

John just loves older men with long hair🤷🏾‍♀️🤷🏾‍♀️ who can blame him😏

If Nikolai is at home he'll let his hair airdry whenever he washes it because he has no reason not to and whenever he does it curls at the ends. Like really curls at the ends until it's brushing up against his ears.

It drives John's insane. He's never so badly wanted to run his hands through someone's hair and he refuses to mention how much it's grown in hopes that eventually, it'll be long enough for Nik to put up.

Nikolai might be the one putting his hair up but John will be the one hitting his knees.

Imagine Nikolai and Price visiting America and being blown away at how much a lot of the resident yanks hate their own country. Like sure Laswell shit talks it a lot but half of the population? What a shocker.

What would be a bigger shock is the fact that most of the government’s “slip-ups” aren’t even new to Americans. Government raised taxes? Interesting. They’re slowly spiraling into another Great Depression? Survival of the fittest I guess. Government managed to lose another nuke? Must have been the wind.

“What a chaotic country.” Nikolai mutters as he reads the local newspaper.

“Well, America was never known for having a good government.” Price says as he gorges on a hotdog he got from an old street vendor. “Just freedom and good food.”

“Cheers to that.” Laswell says as she munches on her own hotdog.

Never misses, even in style

Imagining young Price being conflicted about his feelings for Nikolai and, to deal with these newfound and strange feelings, turns into a sassy, jerk-ish little shit that does everything in this power to push the Russian away(little does he know, said Russian can read him like a book and finds his actions endearing).

He’d fucked up.

He’d fucked up by thinking he could love, by thinking he could actually have something so warm and soft in his big calloused hands, by thinking he’d be able to shield and protect the soul that’d been bound to his ever since he met the man who carried it in a bar after a botched mission.

He fucked up when he let the man’s oblivious and quick-witted charm work its way into his— what he thought was dead— heart, when he got his contact info and the two stayed on the phone from dusk to dawn seven days a week.

He fucked up when he showed his helicopter to him for the first time, let a sliver of himself and his passions show to the blue eyed brit and almost burst with happiness when it was accepted and praised instead of shunned.

He fucked up sticking around for so many years and getting to know the man inside and out; what made him tick, what expression or gesture meant what emotion, what he liked and disliked, what got him to sing his name like a praise,. It was all a mistake.

Because now, here he was with that same man’s upper body cradled to his torso and his head pressed into his chest, hands desperately trying to hold together his temple and put back pieces of his skull which was splattered on what felt like every surface it could reach.

“Милый. Мой мир».” Nik muttered, voice uncharacteristically shaky and pained as he pressed his forehead to John’s. “Мне очень жаль. Джонатан, прости меня.”

Blue eyes stared up at him in response, though where they once held light, now held a cold dullness.

He’d fucked up by opening his heart, especially with the enemies he’s made throughout the years. And now, he’s forced to live with the consequences of daring to bring something precious into the cruel reality.

(Dragon Hybrid) Sergeant Price defends (Human) Captain MacMillan and damn near tears the face off a higher up for him putting his hands on his captain.

This is followed by hybrid detainees grabbing and tasing Sergeant Price until he was out cold before they chained him up and took him away to a holding cell until he woke up.

(I don’t have much for this, so if anyone wants to finish, BE MY GUEST!!)

I like to think that John is a doodler, especially when he was a sergeant and would draw penises and what not on his Captain’s very important paperwork(which would earn him a slap to the head).

Now that he’s grown up and more stressed out, he’ll sometimes take a quick break from reports to doodle on a sticky note or on the corner of some old paperwork that he(won’t) has yet to fill out. And don’t let him do it for too long or else you’ll find a spaced out John drawing random shit on any paper available.

(Some doodles)