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During a mission at an odd cartel base in the buttfuck of nowhere you and Price had stormed through each room, though there were no men in the entire base. Something that was very odd to the both of you as this was supposed to hold important intel, something that would help your team track down the leader of this damned organisation.

Price scanned each and every room, his eyes dilated with adrenaline and the grip on his gun never weakening, you admired how skilled he was at his work. His face shows the past century of missions he's been on with pink, raised keloid scars. Raised gently so if you were to just- 

“There’s nothing fucking here.” He hissed, his rough British accent interrupted your thoughts while he roughly searched through various different paperwork and cabinet files, not caring if something tipped over or if a sheet ripped.

You decide to search the laptop that was barely hidden in the corner of the scattered sheets of useless documents, probably being better at technology than old grandpa over there. You smiled lightly thinking about the previous week where he had accidentally downloaded a virus while trying to accept a medical report from Laswell, in which she had severely scolded him for it was his work computer which had included classified information, restricted from even the rest of the taskforce. You opened the laptop’s lid and the laptop dinged awake, the screen displaying various commands.

“Found something, captain.” 

Price shuffled over, leaning over your shoulder placing his hands onto your waist. Your face flushed with embarrassment.

 “What do we have here, private?”

“Not sure yet, sir.”

 Trying to distract yourself from his rough hands, you mindlessly pressed some of the buttons on the laptop, which immediately locked you out with a 60 second countdown. In which you think you heard Price slightly growl at, but it might’ve just been the anxiety rushing through to your brain as you tried to reverse whatever the hell you just did.

“What the fuck is gonna happen?!” You hissed to Price where he also seemed a little panicked.

“What the hell did you do?” 

“I- I’m not sure captain.” You had nervously stuttered to him knowing damn well that if you both survived this you were going to be scolded for a long time in his office.

“Well you better start fixing it.”

“Y-yes sir.”

After 50 seconds you had given up trying to fix it, and had started trying to escape, you gripped your gun trying to scan the rooms for potential enemies while also trying to leave as quickly as you could.

John followed hot on your tail, his boots basically stomping onto the marble ground, ruining any chance of stealth the both of you would've had.

Luckily, just like how they had entered, no one was present. Just the two of you walking through the endless rooms, your harsh breaths being echoed throughout the large infrastructure.

Price began talking to Laswell through the comms, their voices blurred in and out of your mind as adrenaline was pumped throughout your body.

You finally found the entrance, or what you think was the entrance as the door had completely closed, its smooth metal surface made the only light in the room blind your eyes, making you flinch and cover them.

“What the fuck is this?” You questioned trying to push the door open, but to no one's surprise it would not budge an inch.

“Was a fucking trap, Laswell we need back-up now. ” John had declared into the radio, clearly pissed off by the whole ordeal.

“So now what?”

“We wait.”

You were shocked at his response, this whole place was probably about to explode and he was just gonna wait it out!? It would take about another 3 hours for back-up as this was supposed to be just an in and out mission, and in 3 hours their decimated destroyed corpses would lay in the rubble of this stupidly huge building.

“We can’t just wait here! We have to do something to get out of here!”

“And do what private?! There is nothing we can do except wait.” He grumbled at you, not happy he had to argue to a stupid rookie about this.

You tensed clenching your jaw, he was pretty terrifying when angry, but not as scary as that masked dude you had seen at training the other week, you weren’t sure if that was a real skull or just plastic, but you sure as hell wasn’t coming close enough to find out.

Price sat in the corner of the room, re-adjusting the ammo on his gun impatiently. He scratched his greying beard while a low hissing came out of the vents, unheard by the both of you. After a few minutes of you pacing up and down the hall, you crumpled down next to Price. Shaking now that the adrenaline had dissipated and was now just pure fear.  

After about 10 minutes the hissing became more evident and you both were now searching for the source.

“I bet that’s the flame about to ignite the 10 bazillion sticks of dynamite they have in the basement.” You had muttered, still resenting the captain's decision to wait.

He shushed you, trying to stay as still as he could to not make any noise. Which had apparently become more difficult with each passing minute as you watched him shift uncomfortably turning his back to you.

A few more minutes went by and you were getting slightly worried for the captain. He sat in the corner again, his back still turned away from you.

“Are you okay, sir?”

“‘M fine.” He had grunted in response.

You took that as a final answer and began searching around the rooms again. More useless documents sat at a table in one of the further rooms, but something caught your eye underneath all the trash. You bent down, trying not to fall against all the heavy gear weighing you down, an enclosed envelope met your hands, its label calling it ‘Valentine’s Gas.’ 

You opened it carefully, not wanting to make the same mistake you had done earlier, inside lay a single sheet of paper. You began reading it, skimming through the words until you found the symptoms; 

Huge libido increase in males.

No effect on females.

You had blushed, why would they make something like this?! You had thought to yourself not expecting such a personal symptom. 

Huffing, you slowly made your way back over to the captain, who was now hunched over.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” You uttered, raising one eyebrow as he flinched at your voice.

“Yes.” He had said in response, still not looking over at you.

“Well I found something, some kind of drug report.” You handed it over to him, and as he took it you were sure he had deliberately touched your hand for just a few moments too long. You sighed, you really got to stop assuming things, why would he, a 37 year old male, who had a pronounced career and probably a wife and kids at home fawn over a 21 year old like you?

You waited for him to read it, slowly rocking on your feet, you heard him mutter a few curses and then he threw the paperwork back at you.

“Hey! You could have ruined it!”

“Just… Shut up!” He whimpered, covering his face with his hands

You opened your mouth and then closed it like a fish, deciding that maybe you should really leave him alone for now.

You headed back to the rooms, hoping you’d find something else but before you could even exit the room he was wrapping his arms around you, gripping you tightly. You could feel his eyes on the nape of your neck and the scent of cinnamon and tobacco smoke invading your senses.

“C-captain.”

“Private.” He had practically growled into your ears, his boner poked into your back. Gasping you had tried to get out of his grip but he just held you tighter.

“Just be a good girl..” He cooed.

He dragged you into the nearest room shoving you onto the desk. You turned to face him quickly, your back leaning onto the desk, his eyes erratic and dilated. You tried to not look at his crotch but it was extremely obvious that he had a hard-on.

“Price, you need to calm down.”

“Don’t need to bloody calm down.” He growled, turning you over so you were fully bent over the desk. Slowly he started to grind against you, groaning words of appreciation.

You knew you had to stop him, he wasn’t in the right mindset, but you couldn’t. Price was an attractive man and you liked him, maybe a bit too much for someone who was your boss. You couldn’t help yourself when you started to lightly moan as the friction built up between your legs, nor could you when he slowly dragged your trousers down falling down with a thud.

He stared, absorbing the way your body curves and the way your ass just looks so fucking good right now. He just had to get a piece of it, whether you liked it or not.

You heard metal clanking and then something being thrown to the side, you slowly turned your head looking over to where it was thrown. His belt lay there next to a pile of paper he had previously messed up. John forced your head down and your heartbeat raced so faced you swear he could probably feel it as you waited for him to take the next action.

He grunted as his cock was finally released from the tight confines of his pants, it sprung up instantly, hitting your back. You whimpered knowing the only thing stopping him from using you as his own personal sex-toy was your underwear. 

Price gently lifted you up, he was much taller than you standing at least a foot above you even on your toes. He dragged the thin fabric down to your ankles, already damp from how much he was teasing you.

“Such a fucking slut for me.” He moaned into your ear, parting your pussy lips with his fingers gathering slick as he went. He shoved his face into the crook of your neck kissing and nibbling at it gently until he bit down, you flinched whimpering at the harsh pain.

“Just want to make everyone know you are my doll.” He cooed softly into your ears as he began to stroke your clit with his fingers. You opened your mouth to exhale a shaky breath and John took that as an opportunity to shove your face into him, forcing his tongue into your mouth tasting every corner and crevice he could find until you were both gasping for air.

He drunkenly smiled as he watched his saliva stretch out between both of your mouths. Price began assaulting your neck again while rubbing your bundle of nerves with more pressure earning him a soft moan. You felt an orgasm rise in the pit of your stomach making you hick each time he stroked you. John readjusted his fingers, his thumb now rubbing you while the others teased your entrance until he carefully slid one in curling it to find the spongy spot inside of you.

You whined letting your head droop, hair fell around your face hiding it from his view. “You’re so bloody perfect, all nice and wet for me huh?” He snarled into your neck licking the blood that had oozed out of the bitemark.

He forced another finger into you, pumping it in and out of you slowly, making sure to remember all the little noises you made while trying to stay composed under him.

“Just want to turn you into my own fucking slut.” He muttered, his eyes fixed onto his cock thrusting into your pussy.

“P-please!” You started to beg when your orgasm started to fade, you could feel his eyes analysing you with every second.

“Please what? Use your words doll.” John taunted you, removing his fingers entirely. You felt empty without them, the lack of warmth made you whine.

“I-I want you please.” Your face flushed with embarrassment not used to begging while a man holds you down, especially not when it's the Captain Price.

“Want my…?”

“I want your dick.” You hissed, covering your face with your hands.

“Good girl.” He held his erection in his hand, giving it a few pumps before lining it up with your cunt. He gathered some slick, swirling it around until the tip shined with your wetness until he forced his way in, sliding in with a pop. You whined, feeling your hymen break and a small amount of pain.

Behind you, Price groaned, his beard scratching against your neck while he gave you little kisses. 

“You’re so fucking good baby, just like that.” You felt his words echo throughout his chest. John began to thrust not caring about your wellbeing anymore and just his own pleasure, you heard skin slapping as he abused your entrance. Your cunt clenched around his thick girth making you squirm with pleasure. The desk creaked under you both as it was the only thing holding you up.

His rough grunts echoed throughout the room as his nails made marks on your waist with hard hard he was gripping you, forcing you to take his cock. This is everything he’s ever wanted, just you under him taking his seed so nicely. Price purred into your neck as he approached his orgasm, you were basically screaming now as his cock kept hitting that sweet spot inside of you. He embraced every sound you made, every hitch of breath and every wet slap against your body. You were so wet for him it was dripping down his balls making him shiver with pleasure as he started to thrust more sloppily now he was on the edge of cumming.

He moaned, it vibrated through you as his warm seed entered deep into your womb. Your legs shook as you hung onto the edge of an orgasm, your face scrunched up as he slowly rubbed your clit. A flash of blinding light overtook your vision and you couldn’t control what came out of your mouth anymore. Various moaned curses and praises slipped out of your lips as your orgasm crushed down.

“Fuck doll, keep clenching around me just like that.” John kept stroking you, making sure to milk out your orgasm as much as he could. Pleasure flashed in and out in waves, your whole body felt like it was in heaven.

He thrusted until you passed out, raking out 3 orgasms for himself making sure to cum inside of you everytime. He was hypnotised with the thought of you pregnant with his children. Price continued to use you like a slut until every ounce of the ‘Valentine’s gas’ was out of his system.

You woke up with sweat dripping down your forehead and your clothes had been put back on, you lay on the ground trying to rack your brain of what happened. Your legs felt weak and your cunt ached with overstimulation.

“Here.” A rough voice grated through your eardrums, you turned your head around and there Captain Price was holding out a paper cup of water. You took it carefully, sipping on the cool water slowly until there was none left. Putting down the cup you faced John again, he had taken his army vest off and was just in a shirt and boxers. His muscles poked through the tight shirt and you couldn’t help but look.

“I’m sorry.” He had quietly said to you as his eyes darted everywhere but you.

“It’s okay, really” You replied quickly, eyes threatening to close with every blink.

“I was in the wrong. You didn't deserve that. I just used you like a bloody whore!” Price vented angrily to you, pissed off he let himself lose control like that.

You both sat in silence until the loud roar of the helicopter thundered past. John heaved himself up, pulling his trousers up and then collecting his discarded belt from the ground. He reached his hand out for you to get up and you gladly took it, his fingers wrinkled still from your slick. You immediately fell into him, legs collapsing under you. Price held you by your waist and you swore you saw him blush slightly as he did.

“You good doll?” He yelped, pulling you back up onto your feet.

“All good.”

He decided to carry you to the helicopter bridal style, you lay limp in his arms, exhausted from the experience. The huge metal door was now wide open, making Price raise an eyebrow.

At base you both didn’t talk about the incident, well, up until you took a pregnancy test a month after...

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After being an unwilling test subject for Kortac, John has been avoiding you like the bloody plague, going as far as making sure you don’t have missions together any more. It wasn’t a problem at first but now he’s forcing you to spend 5 days out in the shitty English countryside just so he can avoid getting paired with you again.

The rumble of the car engine died down, finally arriving at the safe house you’d be spending the next few days at. Soap jumped out of the back of the truck before turning around and beaming a smile at you, you don’t understand how he can be so happy all the time especially with it being so bloody cold. You’ve only spent 3 hours with the man but his weird excitement was already getting on your nerves.

“Come on hen, we’d better get in before it starts tae pour.” He chirps which you nod to before glancing at the sky, grey clouds cover the area threatening to storm at any moment. You shuffle yourself out the vehicle before grabbing your gear, making you groan in discomfort, it was a heavy load of emergency supplies for the both of you.

You watched as Soap entered the small cottage, the door creaking so loud you were sure the nearest village could hear. So much for being discreet. Slowly following after him you too entered the cottage, it stunk of chemicals. No homely vibes here.

The truck grumbled as your only escape drove off, watching it through the dirty window you sighed. You don’t know how you were gonna survive here. Especially with Soap now up your ass every minute, you two were acquaintances but after the… incident he’s been trying to figure out what happened which means constantly annoying you and John every chance he could get.

Speaking of the devil, he came practically bouncing down the stairs, giving you his signature grin.
“Two bogs, so we dinnae need tae wait on each other.”
“Thank god.” You sarcastically replied to him. “Been haunting me all that drive whether we’d get separate showers.”
Soap playfully gave you a shove before disappearing into the kitchen. You hauled your stuff upstairs, dumping them into an empty room. It was bare, one lone bed and a dresser. It gave you a distinct feeling of loneliness, making you wish you were at your own home instead of here.

The boiler outside creaked as you guessed Soap had turned the heating on, the cold something you hadn’t noticed under all your gear. You stripped yourself off of the excessive clothes before checking out the connected bathroom.

It was a small room, only a shower, a sink, and a toilet. All barely cramped into the tiny space. Grabbing some tampons from your bag you threw them into the cabinet under the sink. Just in case.

Something caught your eye at the back of the sink, turning on your phone’s flash light you tried to catch a glimpse of what it could be.

“What in the fuck are ye up tae?” A certain Scottish lad announced from behind you, making you jump and bang your head.

“Fucking hell Johnny!”
“Aye, sorry lass.”

You turned around to face him, turning off your flash light as you did. Soap gave you a confused expression before laughing slightly.
“You sure are something.”
“Right.”
“I made some lasagna if you want some.”
“I’ll be down in a minute.”

He turned to leave, leaving you alone once again. Rubbing your sore head, you got up from the floor. Food did sound really good right now, especially now that you’ve been seeming to eat twice as much.

->

The lasagna was surprisingly delicious, it seemed the Scot actually knew how to cook ,unlike his failed attempts at the base where everyone had to evacuate the premises after he set the whole kitchen on fire.

The rest of the house wasn’t anything special, you could tell no human actually lived here by how desolate of decorations the whole space was, though the family of spiders in every room seemed content. The small kitchen consisted of an old stove, a fridge with the door not even attached to its hinges any more, and one tiny counter. In the corner next to the window was a table and two chairs, the wood so old it had started to rot and decay.

The both of you decided to sit in the living room, Johnny sat spread out on the couch while you resided on the armchair. It was quiet. No TV, no neighbours, just the two of you enduring yet another mission.

The two of you didn’t speak to each other, just the sound of chewing encompassing the space. Johnny seemed to be zoned out, staring out the window at the hail outside. Strangely enough your mind seemed to drift to Price, you remembered how he used to smile at you. You were probably the closest with him than anyone else on the taskforce. This mission would be so much more endurable with him as your partner. God you wished you didn’t fuck up with him, it was all your fucking fault that he didn’t like you any more. Stupid rookie mistake.

You sighed, eating the last bit of the lasagna before dumping the dirty plate into the sink. Another thing you’d take care of later. You dragged yourself up the stairs and into your room, the small bed sat gloomily in the middle of the floor. Fuck, this was gonna be a long week.

Grabbing some supplies from your bag you decided to take a shower, something to distract you from the current situation.

The freezing water poured over you as you stood shivering in the shower. “Damn, feels like I’m getting pelted by icy bullets,” you muttered through chattering teeth. This dump wasn’t fit for man or beast.

You sighed, the sound echoing around the cramped little bathroom. How did I wind up stuck out here in gloomy rural England with Sergeant Bloody Sunshine himself? You thought to yourself. The guy hadn’t stopped his infernal whistling and cheering since we left base.

“Maybe the daft idiot hit his head once too often,” You thought, chuckling quietly. “A few screws loose up there, as they say.” His constant pep was really annoying. Almost enough to make you miss the old grumpy Captain Price and his stern scowls.

Nearly freezing your ass off in this icy trickle you stepped out, feeling worse than when you went in. The sooner the both of you wrapped up this mission, the sooner you could get back to the comforts of base. And away from the Scottish nutter currently occupying the room next-door. Just had to tough it out a few more days. No problem, you’ve survived worse situations than this. Like when you made your Captain get compromised and made him blow your back out, which definitely wasn’t your first time having sex. Definitely wasn’t.

Turning off the shower, you dried off with the threadbare towel. The ancient boiler rattled but barely emitted any heat - the damp cottage was frigid as an ice box. You quickly threw on sweatpants, a hoodie, and thick wool socks in an effort to warm up.
Padding back downstairs, you found Soap in the living room tidying up the minimal supplies. He glanced up with his usual exuberant grin.

“There ye are! Was startin’ to wonder if ye’d drowned up there,” he joked.
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress a small smile. His cheerfulness was infectious, even if it still annoyed you at times. You both needed to review the intel for tomorrow’s mission, but my grumbling stomach had other ideas.
“Got anything else to eat around here? I’m starving,” You asked, moving to rummage through the bare cupboards. The meagre Lasagna rations apparently hadn’t been enough for your bottomless pit of a stomach. Soap joined the search but the options were limited to crackers, jerky, and canned beans. Hardly a gourmet spread.

You took the crackers, eating them while reviewing the intel carefully. It was a boring task, and god were you tired. Sleep seemed to be devouring you by the second and soon enough you found yourself giving up on reading and instead just eating the crackers. Johnny gave you a suspicious look but nonetheless kept to himself.

After half an hour, a large yawn escaped Soap’s mouth. “Blimey, I’m done in! Reckon we could both use some shut-eye for tomorrow.”
“No arguments here.” You gathered the papers and stowed them away.
Soap watched you, smile fading to a look of concern. “Nervous about what’s to come?”
You gave a non-committal shrug but your tense shoulders said it all. “Just want to get the job done.”
Upstairs, you threw extra blankets on the lumpy beds while Soap doused the lanterns. Darkness fell like a shroud over the gloomy house.
As you settled into the covers, chill immediately seeped through your layers. The old structure creaked and popped, settling noises magnified in the stillness. You stared at the ceiling, running scenarios while your mind raced ahead to tomorrow’s dangers. Sleep refused to come for a long while.

->

You woke with a start, stomach roiling and mouth sour. Clapping a hand over your mouth, you lurched out of bed and darted for the bathroom. Just making it in time, you heaved into the dingy toilet, emptying the meagre contents of your stomach.

Trembling, you flushed and leaned back against the wall, wiping sweat from your brow. What the hell was this? You hardly ever got sick. The frigid damp of the cottage couldn’t be helping, but this was no common cold or flu.

After a few minutes, another wave hit you violently. There seemed to be no end to your retching, stomach clenching painfully over and over again. Between heaves, you analysed possible causes - maybe Soap’s cooking really was shit? Maybe it was the mission?

Finally, the spasms subsided and you were left shaking weakly on the filthy tiles. Daybreak light was just beginning to filter through the grimy windows as you caught your breath. You leaned your head back against the wall, trying to gather your strength. That’s when you heard a knock at the bathroom door.

“You alright in there, mate?” came Soap’s voice, laced with concern.
Groaning, you managed to rasp out, “Been better. Think the lasagna didn’t agree with me.”

The door creaked open and Soap poked his head in, taking in your weakened state. “Blimey, you look dreadful. C’mon, let’s get you back to bed.”

He helped haul you upright and supported your unsteady steps back to the bedroom. You collapsed gratefully onto the sagging mattress.
Soap frowned. “This doesn’t seem like a one time bout of food poisoning. You’ve been looking peaky the past couple days if you don’t mind me saying.” His eyes narrowed thoughtfully.

“Right… right.” You replied, not really appreciating his blunt honesty.

After getting you settled back in bed, Soap grabbed his phone. “I’ve gotta ring up Captain Price. You’re in no shape for a mission like this.”

You didn’t argue, still feeling wretched. Soap stepped out of the room for some privacy. Back at base, Price picked up gruffly. “What is it Soap? We’re on a tight schedule here.”

“Aye, about that sir…” Soap paused, choosing his words. “It’s [Name]. They took ill during the night and I don’t think they’re fit for duty.” Price sighed in frustration. “Ill how? A bout of the sniffles isn’t enough to pull them.” Soap lowered his voice. “It’s more serious than that Captain. They’ve been sick as a dog all morning.”

Price paused before responding; “Alright, pull her from active duty until we know for certain. I’ll send transport to extract you both.” He sighed again. “We’ll have to find another solution for that mission. Inform me as soon as you have a definitive diagnosis.”

“Aye, sir.” Johnny responded before hanging up, he turned to face you, concern painted on his face.

“Price is pulling you from the mission. Transport will be here this afternoon to take us back to base.” You nodded tiredly. The thought of the long ride home filled you with dread, but you knew you were in no state to fight.

Soap sat down on the edge of the bed. “What do you think it is, really?” he asked gently. “Be honest with me.” You sighed heavily.

“I don’t know.” You replied tiredly, wrapping your arms around yourself, you glanced at him. Soap reached out, giving your arm a comforting squeeze. “Hope you feel better soon.”

You smiled meekly. “Thanks Johnny.”
He left the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts.
Hours went by as you came in and out of consciousness.

->
Fuck, you really needed to pee.
You dragged yourself up, your whole body felt sore, you needed painkillers. Probably some in the cabinet, you thought to yourself.

After nearly peeing yourself, (when was your bladder ever this weak?) you searched through the under sink cabinet once more for painkillers.

A familiar pink packaging sat at the back of the cabinet, the same thing you were looking at yesterday. You grabbed it, a sudden surge of curiosity grappling you once again.

Pregnancy test box. Fucking hell.

Seemed someone used to live here after all, surprisingly.

You stared at them for a bit too long. You had missed your period this month. Your heart beat faster as you turned the box over in your hands, letting the two tests fall into your hands.

All the symptoms you’d brushed off came rushing back - the nausea, fatigue, tender breasts. A missed period was just the logical next step, even if you’d prayed it was stress or illness instead.

Sliding down to sit on the cold tile, you hugged your knees and rested your head wearily. A dozen awful “what ifs” swirled in your mind. What if you were deployed on a dangerous mission, putting two lives at risk instead of one? What if you had to leave the task force, giving up your purpose and identity? Or worse, what if you…

No, you couldn’t let fears run wild yet. You needed facts, not speculation. As much as you dreaded confirmation, lingering in doubt served no one. With a shaky exhale, you steeled your resolve.

Rising stiffly, you followed the instructions mechanically. Then all that was left was to wait - the longest three minutes of your life thus far, each second amplifying your turmoil.

Two lines.

Two fucking lines.

You were pregnant.

Fuck.