You came? You called.
Scenario: John Price, Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick, John ‘soap’ Mactavish and Simon ‘ghost’ Riley
This is part one to three parts. All of these include the, “you came…you called.” As different scenarios I saw them being used in for these characters.
Honestly I can do a part two to this or even do an individual one-shot for a specific character. So if either of those sound interesting please please request it.
All of these were written in mind of different tropes but pretty much boil down to you both love each other. (Sorry if some of these are ooc I did my best😭)
Captain John Price
Warning: blood, pretty open ended 👀
“Does anyone have eyes on Y/n?” Price asked after several minutes of silence from you. He had been trying for what felt like hours to get in contact but you either couldn’t hear him or you were in a place you couldn’t respond.
There was a third option but he didn’t even want to think about it being a possibility.
“The house straight ahead of you,” ghost gruff voice cut through the silence. “Looks like backup was called over there.”
Price took a deep breathe, his eyes zoned in straight ahead. You had to be there.
As he opened his mouth to start giving off orders the sound of a soft whisper came through. So soft none of them caught it the first time.
Then it came again, “captain..” it was your voice. You were whispering like you were scared of getting caught by someone.
He felt his entire body tense at the way your strained voice finally clicked in his head. “I’m going to get her.”
Before his men could even argue price was running toward the house. He could hear a small curse and more footsteps joining not to far behind and he knew his men were running to join him.
“Price. I don’t know if I can get out of this one alive.” You words had him speeding up and with the help of the rest they cleared the house in no time.
Price found you not even a second later, you were trying to put pressure on a wound and he could tell you lost a lot of blood from the way you couldn’t focus your eyes on him.
You went completely limp the moment he picked you up in his arms like you knew you were finally safe.
It’s all he could think about while he stood outside the medic bay. He carried you inside and handed you off to let them take care of you so all he was left to do was wait.
But only a few minutes later your voice came back to him louder as you screamed his name from inside. He could hear the nurses trying to calm you down but you kept screaming for him.
He rushed in and as soon as your eyes connected with his you immediately stopped struggling. Your body slumping into the mattress as you looked at him.
“Price.” You sighed out smiling weakly. “You came.”
He knew you weren’t just talking about right now but about him coming after you even if he wasn’t sure you were going to make it out alive.
He was at your side in a second his hand grasping yours softly. It felt colder. “You called.”
You didn’t respond but he could see the way your eyes started fogging over. “You need to let the nurses fix you up yeah?” He asked gently, squeezing your hand as your soft gaze continued to stare up at him like you were committing it to memory.
“I just needed to see you.” Was the last thing you muttered before he was ushered out.
Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick
Warning: injury, your hinted at being a nurse here. Friends to…
It was late when Price and Soap all but dragged Gaz into the medic bay. Heaving him carefully onto a bed which squeaked slightly from the sudden pressure.
He watched his captain tell the nurses what happened but none of them were who he wanted. “Soap.” He groaned out turning to his friend who was at his side. “Give me your phone.”
Soap did so without question and sat in silence while Gaz called you, unaware of the time. “Hello?” Your voice came through a few rings later. Slightly groggy but still twinged with worry. “Soap?”
“Y/n.” Kyle breathed relieved to just hear your voice. “Nice to hear your voice.”
“Kyle?! When did you get back? Why do you sound like that? Are you hurt?!” He could hear shuffling on your end like you were running around. “Damn it Gaz the one time I don’t take a night shift.”
That caused him to pause. He pulled the phone from his face to look at the time and winced when he saw the small 4am in the corner. He felt worse knowing you didn’t sleep very well and he probably woke you up.
“I’m okay, just needed to hear your voice go back to sleep.” He hung up before you could respond. His hand suddenly feeling too heavy to hold the phone to his ear.
“Stay with him.” Price pointed to soap as he marched out, most likely to finish reports before he came back.
Nurses were bombarding him with medical talk and sticking him in every which way. It was more annoying than anything.
Only a few moments later the doors slammed open and there you stood, chest heaving as you scanned the room almost instantly finding him.
“Y/n.” He smiled weakly, the blood loss mixed with the hit to the head making him woozy. “You came.”
You looked at him like he was an absolute psychopath to even assume you wouldn’t after the call you just had. “You called!” You exclaimed marching towards him. “Did you fall out of another damn helicopter?”
You looked to Soap pointedly who nodded his head solemnly. “It’s part of my charm I feel.” Gaz muttered, sighing in relief when your hands took over the work of the other nurses who left as soon as you came in, knowing you could handle the rest on your own.
“You’re gonna kill me one day Kyle. I swear to god.” You whispered as you dressed his wounds, freezing when you felt his hand graze your cheek.
“Don’t say that.” He frowned. “I never want to be the reason of your pain. Let alone death.”
You almost told him you were joking but in the next second his eyes closed and his hand fell to his side.
You almost panicked till you saw his chest rise and fall in soft breathes. The injury taking all the energy he had left.
John ‘Soap’ Mactavish
Warning: toxic ex, abuse, protective Johnny, best friends to…
Your phone was on two percent when you called Johnny in the middle of the night. You swore you almost started crying when his voice broke through the storm in your head. “Lass?”
“Johnny.” You sobbed into the phone before the call cut short. You pulled the phone from your ear only to see it shutting off and you felt all resolve start to crumble.
After the fight you and your now ex boyfriend just had you needed him.
You needed his help. You needed him.
In all the years you’ve known Johnny you can almost count on one hand the amount of times you’ve seen him angry.
You’re sure it happened often given his occupation but never in front of you. He hated you seeing him like that.
Which is why you’re almost surprised when you open the door only ten minutes later to see Johnny standing there, a frown adorning his usually smiling face.
“You came.” You all but sobbed in relief.
“You called.” He said as he let himself inside. He closed the door behind him and grabbed you into a warm embrace. “What’s goin on-?”
His confused gaze immediately hardened further when he pulled back just enough to see the red mark on your cheek. Delicately he traced his thumb over it, examining it. “He do this?” He seethed and you could only nod.
“Where the fuck ‘s he?” He demanded but you just shook your head and stepped away from his grasp.
“I don’t know he left after the fight but he’ll be back he has nowhere else to go.” You spoke as you led him further into your apartment. “I need help getting some stuff and leaving before he does. Can you help me?”
“Course I can Bonnie.” You didn’t even need to ask him, he would walk through fire if you needed him to. “Tell me what needs ta come.”
You led him to the bedroom and pointed things out to him and within ten minutes he was finishing packing all the essential things you needed.
You were in the living room grabbing anything sentimental when the front door slammed shut. Instantly Johnny was marching his way to where you. Where he saw you were being crowded into a corner of the wall as your ex got in your face.
Johnny saw red the moment he saw your body trembling beneath him. In a second he was in front of you, shoving your ex back who looked shocked for only a moment before he scoffed.
“You’ve a lotta nerve comin’ back ‘ere.” He ground out, jaw clenching when he felt you clutch onto his arm.
“Of fucking course it’s you.” You ex seethed taking a step closer. “You’re the one she cheated on me with aren’t you? I fucking knew it. I always knew there was more between you. The fucking way you look at her like a lost puppy gives everything away.”
He took a step toward you both again and Johnnys arm moved to shield you further behind him. He had no idea what was going on but he knew you would never do something like the man is accusing. You loved him with every fiber of your being and it’s something that killed Johnny everyday.
“You’d be wise to take several steps back.”
“Or I’ll fuckin’ kill you. You’re lucky I don’t kill you now for what you did.” Your ex seemed to finally understand the glint in Johnnys eyes and instead of saying anything more, just shook his head and walked back out the front door—pictures rattling from the slam. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”
“I didn’t-“ he paused when he heard you try to speak. “I didn’t cheat on him. I never would’ve-“
Johnny hushed you as he pulled you into another hug. “I know Bonnie I know. Even if you did he had no right putting his hands on you.” He pulled away only to grab your things and lead you out the door. “You’re gonna stay with me fer awhile aye?”
Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley
Warning: none really. Pretty tame for my boy. Exes to…
You called him in the middle of the night on a random day of the week, whispering a soft “Simon?” Into the receiver that went unanswered.
You waited for a moment longer wondering if he would say anything but when he didn’t you just sighed and continued to speak. “I know I’m probably the last person you want to hear from right now but I-“ you paused to take in a deep breathe. “I can’t sleep without you.”
It felt like a heavy confession and it made you feel weak to even speak it out loud but it was true. You couldn’t sleep, not since he broke it off only a month ago. And in the time you couldn’t even get an ounce of sleep without him next to you.
Silence continued to fill the amtosphere and you almost wondered if you even pressed call. But with one quick glance you knew you did and he in fact did answer, just refused to speak.
“Sorry.” You sighed, resigning to the fact that you just may never sleep again. Being in the military it was hard to find something that made you feel safe enough to sleep but you did and it was Simon. He broke whatever was going on off. To scared that one day you would wake up and realize he isn’t the one that you should be with. “Forget I called.”
You hung up immediately after. Your heart couldn’t take the silence coming from him any longer instead you went around your small room and got ready for another sleepless night before you were sent back into the field early the next morning.
You had just turned off the lights and tucked yourself into bed when a rough knock echoed in the silence that was drowning you.
You let out a sigh and rolled out of bed already annoyed. You swung open the door ready to give whoever was on the other side a piece of your mind but instead you stood there frozen.
“You came.” You were shocked to see Simon was the one standing on the other side, eyes boring holes into you.
“You called.” He muttered before glancing behind you in silent question to which you immediately let him in.
Before you could even ask he was already taking off his shoes and pulling off his hoodie, which he hung next to yours on the door. A sense a familiarity washed over you. “You have a mission tomorrow. You need to sleep.”
You didn’t ask how he knew that information or where he even got it from. Instead you followed him to the small bed in the corner where he was already making himself comfortable. “You don’t have to do this Simon. I’m sorry I called.”
“Lay down.” He ordered and you obeyed quickly melting into his warm embrace as his arms tightened around you.
You didn’t know how he managed to do it but in only a few minutes your eyelids became heavy and slumber was quickly taking over. “I’m sorry.” He whispered softly but you didn’t register why nor did you care about what he was sorry for.
You only cared he was here now. “I miss you.” You mumbled and you swore you could feel his arms tighten further.
Next parts to include,
Alejandro, Rudy, Graves, Valeria, Alex, Keegan and Konig :)
And I will post the rest tomorrow I’m too tired to do this again tonight.
