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🦀 25 🦀 They/He 🦀 👻🧼🏷️🧢 🦀 If God didn't want John Price to suffer he wouldn't have created me🦀 🔞 🦀 I write #BottomPrice & #Poly141
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They should probably get up and do something productive instead of dozing the afternoon away but Price can't find it in him to disturb his Lieutenant. Closing his eyes, he gets comfortable and follows Simon's example.
Productivity can wait.
Productivity can wait.
November 28, 2025 at 9:53 PM
They should probably get up and do something productive instead of dozing the afternoon away but Price can't find it in him to disturb his Lieutenant. Closing his eyes, he gets comfortable and follows Simon's example.
Productivity can wait.
Productivity can wait.
as Simon falls back asleep, his own eyes drooping. Simon is a constant and comfortable weight on his body and the warmth is just too tantalising. He places one hand on Simon's back and the other strokes through the curls, smoothening out and scratching his scalp the way he likes.
November 28, 2025 at 9:53 PM
as Simon falls back asleep, his own eyes drooping. Simon is a constant and comfortable weight on his body and the warmth is just too tantalising. He places one hand on Simon's back and the other strokes through the curls, smoothening out and scratching his scalp the way he likes.
"It's alright, sweetheart.." John murmurs. Low-- soothing. "Go back to sleep."
Simon hums and settles without further prompting, laying his head back down on Price's tummy, comforted with each inhale and exhale. Price doesn't return to his crossword, content to lean back on the armrest and watch
Simon hums and settles without further prompting, laying his head back down on Price's tummy, comforted with each inhale and exhale. Price doesn't return to his crossword, content to lean back on the armrest and watch
November 28, 2025 at 9:53 PM
"It's alright, sweetheart.." John murmurs. Low-- soothing. "Go back to sleep."
Simon hums and settles without further prompting, laying his head back down on Price's tummy, comforted with each inhale and exhale. Price doesn't return to his crossword, content to lean back on the armrest and watch
Simon hums and settles without further prompting, laying his head back down on Price's tummy, comforted with each inhale and exhale. Price doesn't return to his crossword, content to lean back on the armrest and watch
He looks adorable like this and John has to resist the urge to cover his face with kisses. He lasts a respectable 5 seconds before he does it anyway, peppering light smooches on anywhere he can reach. His reward is a half smile from Simon and a slow move of the head so their lips meet briefly.
November 28, 2025 at 9:53 PM
He looks adorable like this and John has to resist the urge to cover his face with kisses. He lasts a respectable 5 seconds before he does it anyway, peppering light smooches on anywhere he can reach. His reward is a half smile from Simon and a slow move of the head so their lips meet briefly.
crossword to the side so he can lift the edge of the blanket, revealing a sleepy Lieutenant.
Simon blinks languidly up at him, squinting at the sudden brightness. Curls sticking up this way and that, cheeks flushed a gorgeous red from the trapped warmth.
"... John...?" he mumbles tiredly
Simon blinks languidly up at him, squinting at the sudden brightness. Curls sticking up this way and that, cheeks flushed a gorgeous red from the trapped warmth.
"... John...?" he mumbles tiredly
November 28, 2025 at 9:53 PM
crossword to the side so he can lift the edge of the blanket, revealing a sleepy Lieutenant.
Simon blinks languidly up at him, squinting at the sudden brightness. Curls sticking up this way and that, cheeks flushed a gorgeous red from the trapped warmth.
"... John...?" he mumbles tiredly
Simon blinks languidly up at him, squinting at the sudden brightness. Curls sticking up this way and that, cheeks flushed a gorgeous red from the trapped warmth.
"... John...?" he mumbles tiredly
"No idea, private. It's his day off, bother him tomorrow." He grunts and the recruit scampers away in a rush-- and scurries back when Price barks at them to close the damn door. They shut it a little too hard in their haste and the blanket mound over Price's legs shifts. He sighs and puts his
November 28, 2025 at 9:53 PM
"No idea, private. It's his day off, bother him tomorrow." He grunts and the recruit scampers away in a rush-- and scurries back when Price barks at them to close the damn door. They shut it a little too hard in their haste and the blanket mound over Price's legs shifts. He sighs and puts his
Was Price's life worth the exchange?
As Gaz stared at the drying up puddles of blood-- stared until all he could see was red. All he breathed was the sharp tang of iron.
No.
No, it wasn't.
As Gaz stared at the drying up puddles of blood-- stared until all he could see was red. All he breathed was the sharp tang of iron.
No.
No, it wasn't.
November 28, 2025 at 4:55 PM
Was Price's life worth the exchange?
As Gaz stared at the drying up puddles of blood-- stared until all he could see was red. All he breathed was the sharp tang of iron.
No.
No, it wasn't.
As Gaz stared at the drying up puddles of blood-- stared until all he could see was red. All he breathed was the sharp tang of iron.
No.
No, it wasn't.
Medvac took Price first, whisking him away before they could even say a word. Laswell told them their own exfil would be arriving a few minutes after, as well as another squad to finish the mission.
They hadn't even gotten the intel. All of that-- and they hadn't even retrieved what they came for.
They hadn't even gotten the intel. All of that-- and they hadn't even retrieved what they came for.
November 28, 2025 at 4:55 PM
Medvac took Price first, whisking him away before they could even say a word. Laswell told them their own exfil would be arriving a few minutes after, as well as another squad to finish the mission.
They hadn't even gotten the intel. All of that-- and they hadn't even retrieved what they came for.
They hadn't even gotten the intel. All of that-- and they hadn't even retrieved what they came for.
each beat of the heart with his own breathing so he didn't miss a single one.
Laswell must have pulled a few strings and then some because medvac was there in record time. It still felt like an eternity.
All three of them were stained with Price's blood. Hands drenched. Kneeling in it.
Laswell must have pulled a few strings and then some because medvac was there in record time. It still felt like an eternity.
All three of them were stained with Price's blood. Hands drenched. Kneeling in it.
November 28, 2025 at 4:55 PM
each beat of the heart with his own breathing so he didn't miss a single one.
Laswell must have pulled a few strings and then some because medvac was there in record time. It still felt like an eternity.
All three of them were stained with Price's blood. Hands drenched. Kneeling in it.
Laswell must have pulled a few strings and then some because medvac was there in record time. It still felt like an eternity.
All three of them were stained with Price's blood. Hands drenched. Kneeling in it.
Not even when they applied more pressure to his sluggishly bleeding wound. Not when they stretched him out on the floor, or when they lightly slapped his face to try and rouse him. Gaz kept his fingers on the other man's pulse-- and realised he was lightheaded because he'd started matching
November 28, 2025 at 4:55 PM
Not even when they applied more pressure to his sluggishly bleeding wound. Not when they stretched him out on the floor, or when they lightly slapped his face to try and rouse him. Gaz kept his fingers on the other man's pulse-- and realised he was lightheaded because he'd started matching
And for what? To prove a point?
They were adults, why didn't they just /talk?/ And now Price was... like this. Bleeding out.
Likely not even standing on death's door-- he was having a cup of tea with the Grim bloody Reaper themself.
Price didn't react much to anything going on around him.
They were adults, why didn't they just /talk?/ And now Price was... like this. Bleeding out.
Likely not even standing on death's door-- he was having a cup of tea with the Grim bloody Reaper themself.
Price didn't react much to anything going on around him.
November 28, 2025 at 4:55 PM
And for what? To prove a point?
They were adults, why didn't they just /talk?/ And now Price was... like this. Bleeding out.
Likely not even standing on death's door-- he was having a cup of tea with the Grim bloody Reaper themself.
Price didn't react much to anything going on around him.
They were adults, why didn't they just /talk?/ And now Price was... like this. Bleeding out.
Likely not even standing on death's door-- he was having a cup of tea with the Grim bloody Reaper themself.
Price didn't react much to anything going on around him.
Idiots, all of them. Price had snapped, yes, but this... this was far beyond anything any of them would have expected to happen. It had just been a disagreement-- not even a proper argument. Price needed to look after his wellbeing more.
And they went and sodding ignored it for three days .
And they went and sodding ignored it for three days .
November 28, 2025 at 4:55 PM
Idiots, all of them. Price had snapped, yes, but this... this was far beyond anything any of them would have expected to happen. It had just been a disagreement-- not even a proper argument. Price needed to look after his wellbeing more.
And they went and sodding ignored it for three days .
And they went and sodding ignored it for three days .
they would need proper medics to treat--
"/Sergeant/."
"S-Stab wound." Gaz replied with a strength he didn't feel. Get a grip. Get it together. For Price's sake. "Stab wound to the side, severe bloodloss."
The three of them worked like a team. Like they should have done with Price.
"/Sergeant/."
"S-Stab wound." Gaz replied with a strength he didn't feel. Get a grip. Get it together. For Price's sake. "Stab wound to the side, severe bloodloss."
The three of them worked like a team. Like they should have done with Price.
November 28, 2025 at 4:55 PM
they would need proper medics to treat--
"/Sergeant/."
"S-Stab wound." Gaz replied with a strength he didn't feel. Get a grip. Get it together. For Price's sake. "Stab wound to the side, severe bloodloss."
The three of them worked like a team. Like they should have done with Price.
"/Sergeant/."
"S-Stab wound." Gaz replied with a strength he didn't feel. Get a grip. Get it together. For Price's sake. "Stab wound to the side, severe bloodloss."
The three of them worked like a team. Like they should have done with Price.
No use thinking about that.
Ghost appeared, hands on the filing cabinet that Price had hunkered behind.
He pulled it without much effort, shoving it away and giving them more room to work with.
"Report, sergeant."
Soap was on his other side, med kit in hand. They would need more than that,
Ghost appeared, hands on the filing cabinet that Price had hunkered behind.
He pulled it without much effort, shoving it away and giving them more room to work with.
"Report, sergeant."
Soap was on his other side, med kit in hand. They would need more than that,
November 28, 2025 at 4:55 PM
No use thinking about that.
Ghost appeared, hands on the filing cabinet that Price had hunkered behind.
He pulled it without much effort, shoving it away and giving them more room to work with.
"Report, sergeant."
Soap was on his other side, med kit in hand. They would need more than that,
Ghost appeared, hands on the filing cabinet that Price had hunkered behind.
He pulled it without much effort, shoving it away and giving them more room to work with.
"Report, sergeant."
Soap was on his other side, med kit in hand. They would need more than that,
Stab wound to the side. Bloodloss. Gaz's hands put pressure on it. Price moaned and it was the most beautiful sound.
The white pallor of skin made the dark bags under Price's eyes more noticeable, though.
Exhaustion. When had he slept in the days since the last mission? /Had/ he?
The white pallor of skin made the dark bags under Price's eyes more noticeable, though.
Exhaustion. When had he slept in the days since the last mission? /Had/ he?
November 28, 2025 at 4:55 PM
Stab wound to the side. Bloodloss. Gaz's hands put pressure on it. Price moaned and it was the most beautiful sound.
The white pallor of skin made the dark bags under Price's eyes more noticeable, though.
Exhaustion. When had he slept in the days since the last mission? /Had/ he?
The white pallor of skin made the dark bags under Price's eyes more noticeable, though.
Exhaustion. When had he slept in the days since the last mission? /Had/ he?
He tried the other side, knocking Price's head back slightly in his desperation.
... thump...
Gaz held his breath.
... thump... thump...
He exhaled-- and rushed into action. Injuries: his helmet wasn't cracked. No head injury. One hand on his lap, the other on his side, saturated with blood.
... thump...
Gaz held his breath.
... thump... thump...
He exhaled-- and rushed into action. Injuries: his helmet wasn't cracked. No head injury. One hand on his lap, the other on his side, saturated with blood.
November 28, 2025 at 4:55 PM
He tried the other side, knocking Price's head back slightly in his desperation.
... thump...
Gaz held his breath.
... thump... thump...
He exhaled-- and rushed into action. Injuries: his helmet wasn't cracked. No head injury. One hand on his lap, the other on his side, saturated with blood.
... thump...
Gaz held his breath.
... thump... thump...
He exhaled-- and rushed into action. Injuries: his helmet wasn't cracked. No head injury. One hand on his lap, the other on his side, saturated with blood.
How long had he been sat there, huddled up in a corner and pleading for someone to help? Gaz saw the bloodied dagger on the floor and didn't need to guess what had happened.
Shaking fingers reached out, finding Price's pulse point.
Silence. Too loud. Too final.
"Please, please..."
Shaking fingers reached out, finding Price's pulse point.
Silence. Too loud. Too final.
"Please, please..."
November 28, 2025 at 4:55 PM
How long had he been sat there, huddled up in a corner and pleading for someone to help? Gaz saw the bloodied dagger on the floor and didn't need to guess what had happened.
Shaking fingers reached out, finding Price's pulse point.
Silence. Too loud. Too final.
"Please, please..."
Shaking fingers reached out, finding Price's pulse point.
Silence. Too loud. Too final.
"Please, please..."
Gaz couldn't quite accurately describe the dread that coiled in his stomach-- sinking it like a stone in water, when he laid eyes on their Captain.
There was so much blood. Far too much blood.
Price was pale. Skin an ashen white as if all his lifeforce had been sucked right out of him. How long?
There was so much blood. Far too much blood.
Price was pale. Skin an ashen white as if all his lifeforce had been sucked right out of him. How long?
November 28, 2025 at 4:55 PM
Gaz couldn't quite accurately describe the dread that coiled in his stomach-- sinking it like a stone in water, when he laid eyes on their Captain.
There was so much blood. Far too much blood.
Price was pale. Skin an ashen white as if all his lifeforce had been sucked right out of him. How long?
There was so much blood. Far too much blood.
Price was pale. Skin an ashen white as if all his lifeforce had been sucked right out of him. How long?
Four of their wayward enemies. Where was he?
"There!" Gaz interrupted, carelessly shoving past Soap in his desperation to get to Price's downed form. No... no.
They weren't too late. They couldn't have been-- it had only been a few minutes.
Price already looked dead.
"There!" Gaz interrupted, carelessly shoving past Soap in his desperation to get to Price's downed form. No... no.
They weren't too late. They couldn't have been-- it had only been a few minutes.
Price already looked dead.
November 28, 2025 at 4:55 PM
Four of their wayward enemies. Where was he?
"There!" Gaz interrupted, carelessly shoving past Soap in his desperation to get to Price's downed form. No... no.
They weren't too late. They couldn't have been-- it had only been a few minutes.
Price already looked dead.
"There!" Gaz interrupted, carelessly shoving past Soap in his desperation to get to Price's downed form. No... no.
They weren't too late. They couldn't have been-- it had only been a few minutes.
Price already looked dead.
"Four." Four against one-- Price was a monster on the field. But he wasn't invulnerable. Four enemies in close quarters...
"Signs of a firefight."
Bullets in the wall-- blood making the floor wet and slippery. Gaz prayed none of it was Price's.
"Third and fourth body--"
"Signs of a firefight."
Bullets in the wall-- blood making the floor wet and slippery. Gaz prayed none of it was Price's.
"Third and fourth body--"
November 28, 2025 at 4:55 PM
"Four." Four against one-- Price was a monster on the field. But he wasn't invulnerable. Four enemies in close quarters...
"Signs of a firefight."
Bullets in the wall-- blood making the floor wet and slippery. Gaz prayed none of it was Price's.
"Third and fourth body--"
"Signs of a firefight."
Bullets in the wall-- blood making the floor wet and slippery. Gaz prayed none of it was Price's.
"Third and fourth body--"
"We've got bodies and blood, sir!" Soap called, immediately ducking down a corridor with his weapon raised. Two dead men collapsed in the doorway to one of the rooms. "Fuck-- they're the bastards who quit the field."
"How many ran away when the fighting started?" Gaz found himself asking.
"How many ran away when the fighting started?" Gaz found himself asking.
November 28, 2025 at 4:55 PM
"We've got bodies and blood, sir!" Soap called, immediately ducking down a corridor with his weapon raised. Two dead men collapsed in the doorway to one of the rooms. "Fuck-- they're the bastards who quit the field."
"How many ran away when the fighting started?" Gaz found himself asking.
"How many ran away when the fighting started?" Gaz found himself asking.
He led the way, Soap and Ghost's footsteps heavy behind him.
"This is Bravo seven, calling for immediate medvac." None of them knew just how bad Price was, but calling for the medvac was the best thing to do-- minutes could mean life or death if Price's injuries were as bad as he sounded.
"This is Bravo seven, calling for immediate medvac." None of them knew just how bad Price was, but calling for the medvac was the best thing to do-- minutes could mean life or death if Price's injuries were as bad as he sounded.
November 28, 2025 at 4:55 PM
He led the way, Soap and Ghost's footsteps heavy behind him.
"This is Bravo seven, calling for immediate medvac." None of them knew just how bad Price was, but calling for the medvac was the best thing to do-- minutes could mean life or death if Price's injuries were as bad as he sounded.
"This is Bravo seven, calling for immediate medvac." None of them knew just how bad Price was, but calling for the medvac was the best thing to do-- minutes could mean life or death if Price's injuries were as bad as he sounded.
"Wh--" He blinked up owlishly at Ghost, who shook him a second time.
"Focus, Garrick! You need to show us where you and Price split."
Now wasn't the time to break apart. He stilled his shaking hands and did as he was told. Let the order wash over him, numbing everything else.
"Focus, Garrick! You need to show us where you and Price split."
Now wasn't the time to break apart. He stilled his shaking hands and did as he was told. Let the order wash over him, numbing everything else.
November 28, 2025 at 4:55 PM
"Wh--" He blinked up owlishly at Ghost, who shook him a second time.
"Focus, Garrick! You need to show us where you and Price split."
Now wasn't the time to break apart. He stilled his shaking hands and did as he was told. Let the order wash over him, numbing everything else.
"Focus, Garrick! You need to show us where you and Price split."
Now wasn't the time to break apart. He stilled his shaking hands and did as he was told. Let the order wash over him, numbing everything else.