First we had platonic cuddles with Simon
Now we need platonic cuddles with price !!
We need the dad cuddles !!!
Please
It shall be done @itsscromp 😌 hope it's to your liking.
Also! Callsign poll going up tomorrow at 10AM MT.
Platonic cuddles with Captain Price
Price is hesitant to cuddles in the way he's very busy and it's his job to protect you all. If something happens he takes the blow so he's stressed out a lot.
Not only does he not feel like he can take a proper break, but cuddles or affection in general would mean being vulnerable and over the years it's something he's started to lose grasp on.
It wouldn't feel appropriate, just as much as going up to Simon or you sergeants and asking for touch. Price gives touch, he leads, he shows affection. He gives the occasional gratitude and pat on the back, making sure his soldiers are alive and breathing.
Sometimes those small moments of affection are grounding for him. Touching Simon on the shoulder after a mission and seeing their eyes meet relaxes his mind that Simon is very much still alive. Same goes for the rest of you.
So long story short he can give affection but does not ever ask for it in return. Ever. He may want it, but he feels it's not his place among many other things.
Then you came along. And unlike others, you saw. You heard and you saw. You'd hear the exhaustion dwindling on the edge of his voice, his head full and his hands busy with paperwork and whatever else needed to be handed in before he got his ass kicked.
You saw how his shoulders would bow slightly when the invisible weight on his shoulders pushed down a little too much.
Of course you initiate contact. And he forgot just how much he misses it. Wrapping his arms around you and holding you close to him until his worries too are drowned out...
You knocked on the door to his office, coming in to see him finishing up a briefing on one of your last missions. You'd not been feeling good all day so Price had given you the day to rest.
"Y/n, what are you doing up??"
You sniffled, tired puffy eyes looking down when you came over. "I can't sleep..." You whisper.
"Did you get more medication from Ghost?"
You nod, rubbing your sore eyes again. Price sighed and stopped his paperwork, standing and attempting to help you. "How about we get you to bed and I'll make you some tea. Clear up those sinuses a bit."
But before he can move you come forward, wrapping your arms weakly around him and lean into his body. You listen to the sounds of his heart over the panting breaths of your fever.
Price hums, rubbing your back and runs his hand down the back of your head. "It's ok."
His strong arms wrap around you, firm hands grounding you to him. Making you feel safe, and content. Your head spins from the fever, giving you little strength to move from the warm, soft spot that is Price's chest.
"Can I get you some soup? Have you eaten much today?"
You hum, lazily shaking your head.
"Alright. We'll get you something to eat then. No use fighting this on an empty stomach hey?"
He would send you away back to your room, but Price was a strong man and very rarely got sick. So he wasn't concerned with that.
He slid his hands under your arms and hoisted you up. Doesn't matter your height or size, he's got you. He picks you up in his arms, feeling you curl a little closer and brings you back to your room.
"There, gonna lay you down. Nice and slow." Price whispers, slipping you back under the covers. You grumble, grabbing onto him and pull on his shirt. He softly shushes you, but doesn't hesitate for very long.
Only until you fell asleep he said to himself...
Jokes on him, Price falls asleep with you. The exhaustion and the stress slowly melts away for a time and he rests.
It's a curious thing. You are. Sometimes you won't even be stressed, but you can see Price is stressed.
If you've had a long day you will occasionally seek him out. You know he's busy and he's got many other things on his mind so you aren't always expecting him to give up his utmost attention for you.
Until he does. Somewhere along the way Price relaxes when he sees you. He invites you all on leave back to his home and that's when he gets a moment to relax and that father figure comes out.
Especially when on leave, he remembers that you are family and he cherishes every moment with you. Simple touches on the shoulder turn into wrapping his arm around them and pulling you against him for a short hug.
But still, when he needs a break Price doesn't come to find you. He doesn't come to find anyone. He's the captain and therefore needs to sort his own shit out himself. Getting done in with paperwork and organizing recruits and requests and all that bullcrap.
Until you stop him. Like the safety roadblock before he hits a deadend.
You knock on the door to his office, hearing him call you in before stepping inside.
"Y/n, what can I do for you kiddo?"
"I just wanted to check on you. You've been in here a while.. and you didn't have much to eat at lunch today."
"I'm alright. Just filling this out and I'll be done." You could tell it was a lie by the way he looked away from you and back down to his paperwork to avoid eye contact.
You closed the door and stepped further inside.
"Anything you needed other than checking up on me??"
You walk over and grab his pen from his hand, shoving it in your pocket.
"Sergeant-!?"
"Come on Price. Take a break."
"Y/n I have stuff to do. Hand me the pen."
You shake your head and grab his hand, attempting to pull him from his chair... Which... Doesn't work. At all.
"Y/n." Price warns. "Please hand me the pen."
"how about I give it back after you take a break. Even ten minutes. Just please take a break." You gave him the most darndest puppy eyes you had and he sighed. How... How could he say no to that??
So he shook your hand off and stood. "Fine. Ten minutes."
You nod and the two of you head to the common room. He sits down on the couch to relax for a moment and you snuggle up next to him. He doesn't complain, wrapping an arm around you as you rest your head on his chest.
"Ten minutes..." Price whispered, already feeling his eyelids growing heavy. "Just... Ten minutes..." And just like that his eyes closed, leaning back against you. You smile softly, pulling off his hat and letting him rest.
"Sleep well Price." You whisper.
Yes, Price may be your captain. But he's only human and has his limits. And you're there when he needs you. Even if he's a little stubborn at first, that's ok.
Price is there for you as well, starting to grow closer and give you that affection. Hugs, cuddles and whatever else you need.
When in the safety of the base, you can break down those walls of captain and sergeant to be father and child. It was special.
😊😊😊
Fran Thoughts II
I don't know what I am relly feeling right now. So many mixed emotions. Thoughts are very loud on my head.
I'm having second thoughts to myself as an art student and including my personal life.
I am thinking of my worth as an art student, am I really an artist? Is there a future for an artist like me? The future is uncertain.
I just recently became a serious artist just when I hit senior high because I choose Arts & Design track. It made me awaken my passion not only on the visual arts but also on performing arts. So many memories and two years felt like a bliss despite that one narcissist, manipulative and popular adviser back on the last year of senior class.
Fast forward to college I choose my program, painting program because it felt like cloest to my feeling and beacuse my parents want me to be in that college university. Originally I wanted to be multimedia sutdent welp circumstances changed. I love the school, only problem is the education system, and its capitalism.
I don't get jealous of my classmates' god like art skills, infact I'm very proud of them. I may or may not blaming a little bit of my former school because they only thought to us performing arts and yet they advertise it as Visual Arts track and now I am a bit disavantage. I just really hate myself because I am not really that brilliant and amazing at arts to the point I'm starting to doubt myself as an artist. I'm practicing, as artists should, I don't know anymore but I'm starting to lose myself. I'm not sure of myself anymore and what will happen to me in the future...
Welp just keeping swimming and hope for the best especially in two more years, claiming that bachelor's art degree....
love and deepspace vibes with kyle aaaaaa
sergeant 🥰
Back from the dead I was operated on from my chest (got infection how shameful of me) and just got recovered for at least 2 months lol. Sorry if I ghosted y'all (if any of you are still active and might have stumbled upon this post).
Gonna start writing fanfiction again and will soon share some fanarts.
I'm on the cod fixation era and will definitely have more content on my side blog.
Hiiii I'm AiCeeArts [I•see(or sea)•arts] you can call me Ai,Cee, or whatever.
My main blog is actually eicee.
I've created this side blog for compilation of my writings and especially my artworks. Hopefully it won't be as or more chaotic with my main blog lol.
Recently graduated as an arts student (miracle that I've passed) but due to medical reasons after graduation I was inactive for months.
Looking forward to whatever is to come!
I wanted to go binge read gaz fics and after scrolling through the kyle garrick x reader tag, for almost 15 minutes every single one that I saw was another ship completely with no mention of gaz, or a head cannon with every 141 guy plus kortac, with gaz at the bottom or not even included. i’ve seen so much discourse around gaz being excluded from cod fanfic but holy shit guys this is a bit ridiculous. I understand tagging another cod ships to get more reach with your posts but having no mention of gaz anywhere on your blog, yet you use his name to get more engagement on your fics is a bit disgusting.
This thing breaks me every. single. time. because Simon is such a mama's boy. He had been getting tortured with his comrades non-stop, and this is literally his reaction when being told ''that's your mother's skull''. His smile?? The comfort he's getting as he holds it?? I'm gonna scream.
Not only this but he's such a family man it's insane. This man kicked his abusive father who had been tormenting them for over 20 years out of the house, beat his ass, didn't go back to the army until his brother recovered from addiction (which he saved him from), was his brother's best man when he got married, loved and cherished his whole family, used to play with his brother's kid, showed his family true love and what a normal life is for years, even after he got hung by the ribs, tortured, SAd by men and women, had violent nightmares and mild psychosis.
This man was about to kill himself when he found his family dead, but instead he decided to get revenge for them and kill those responsible for their death, all the while he decided to become a Ghost and give his family a funeral pyre, destroying everything that attached him to Simon. But no, Simon never fully died and he knows it, that's why his tattoo sleeve has a set of dog tags in honor of him.
Reading this when I am on the verge of resigning on my shitty job lol.
simon doesn't even blink as you throw your head into his lap, eyes still focused on the television while his hand subconsciously moves to smooth your hair.
"jus' quit."
you pause in the midst of your whining, staring up at him like he'd just grown a second head. "what?"
simon shrugs. "makin' enough."
"i... i can't quit my job, simon."
his eyebrows twitch up a bit, indifferent. "up to you, love."
you pause, considering. "well..."
johnny doubles down. not only does he tell you to quit immediately, he also throws in that the military will pay him extra if you two get married.
mind you, johnny already rates BAH and has been making it since before you two got together. there won't really be any change to his pay besides separation pay when he's gone for more than a month. however, this is his opportunity to gauge your reaction to the idea of marriage, and he's taking it.
kyle. sweet, sweet kyle. he doesn't tell you to quit. not because he wouldn't support you financially - he absolutely would - but because he knows how important it can be for a woman to have a sense of independence. he also worries about how you'll handle the potential isolation if he's away for an extended period of time and you don't have a job to occupy your time. also, he's happy to pay the bills, but if you're working then you can afford all of the pretty things you want and deserve!
john? john price? ... funny of you to think that you're working while you're with that man, lol.
note: was bored and wrote this in like 10 mins. just had to be done lol. BAH is Basic Allowance for Housing in the American military (i'm not super familiar with british military allowances so using BAH for easy fic purposes lmao) - lower ranking enlisted military that are married can get it or single qualified enlisted (usually ranked sergeant and above) can be approved for it. it's extra pay that you receive to live off-base to cover housing expenses calculated by average cost of rent in the area and family size!
They also have an animal one that I linked a whole back on the same site !
(credits to my classmate..
this is what we experience in senior high school currently)
Random Realizations #1:
A. Being an Arts and Design student or just a student in general, requires a lot of mental and physical strength. You have to keep up with both the academic works and performances. You have to have the skill of switching your focus from dancing to studying a lot. (Legit) You also have to have the skill of acting like your not tired when you really are.
B. Not everyone will understand the hard-work you put into projects/works of art. Many will judge you despite what you are going through. Many will let go of harsh words and trash your artworks. You have to be strong and continue to persevere.
C. Expect the unexpected. When you think you have it all under your control, expect surprises that will make you go crazy. Remain as calm as possible (though nakakaloka).
D. Most of the times, it's best to remain quiet. As sad as reality goes, stay calm and quiet even if a person does wrong 😞 It's hard to fight a person who is full of pride. Just let them realize what they did wrong on their own. (Let karma do the job)
E. Rest, eat, and sleep. Never let your body suffer. Once you break down physically, the rest will follow and you'll end up in a difficult situation
F. Hold on no matter what happens. No matter how many people drag you to the pit or how they just abuse your kindness. Hold on and treasure yourself.
G. Save money. Being an AD student requires a lot of cash haha Sometimes (or most of the times) a month's worth of allowance will be spent in a day just for projects that will end up being discarded/ replaced in the near future 😂😂😂
H. You have to be a magician (char) You have to be flexible enough to finish projects due on the same day. Just do it. These are those YOLO moments in life wherein you bet everything in it and submit what you've finished (even if it isn't completely done)
~~~~end of realizations~~~~~
- These are just my personal realizations. Keep your opinions to yourself 😉 God bless!
Modern Warfare (2019)
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