UGH, the boys finding out that they’ve got some of sergeant Price’s traits is so awesome sauce. Loved this!
The 141 looking at videos of younger price doing things they got in trouble for and got them yelled at by price
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"God, when was the last time he came here?"
"Long enough he doesn't want to bother cleaning this shit out himself," Ghost muttered as he shoves a facemask into Gaz's hands. The dust made it necessary.
Price finally made the decision to have his old storage unit cleaned out. He himself hadn't bothered to do anything yet, but he's convinced the boys to do some cleaning for him. He gave them a list of certain things he's looking for, then to their surprise Laswell did as well. Apparently it was a shared storage unit against Price’s will.
"There's the box Laswell told us to grab for her."
Most of the videos were in boxes marked by young agent Laswell, a clear warning not to touch them to a Lieutenant Price.
As they stuffed certain boxes into the van they arrived in, Soap found an old jacket. Not worn in years, SAS embroidered on it with Price's name proud on the breast. Soap shook the thing violently, to relieve it of any unwanted bugs and dust, before put it on. Almost a perfect fit.
"Hm, think he'll notice?"
Gaz snorts as he dares to open one of the boxes, "You're him made over."
Soap grins despite the sarcasm and starts posing, earning laughter from Gaz. Ghost rolled his eyes at him while he sorted through the boxes. He finally stops next to a particular box, kicking it lightly, "Nik box."
Soap and Gaz immediately dart over. Nik was precious with his mementos. Safe guarded them like a dragon. None of them saw anything he didn't want them to see, not picture or saved bullet casing. Not a single story unless he gives it up. Laswell and Price weren't so closed off and with start up a story from asking.
"Oh- What do you think is in it?"
Ghost lightly kicks the box again before he confidently says- "Nudes."
Soap gags and Gaz cackles.
"The head of his enemies. Or their di-"
"Stop," Soap grumbles as he pulls the box to the side with some of Laswell's.
There was something precious about how close they were, Price getting a storage unit only for Laswell and Nik to shove their own things inside without care. They didn't have any doubt the only protest from Price was only a bit of grumbling before he just let it happen.
“I think Nik wouldn’t let anything… unsavory be left where we could find it. There’s no way he would forget the location of anything sensitive.”
“What if, and hear me out, he’s forgotten with old age?” Ghost countered seriously, Gaz cackling in response.
Soap opens the box without hesitating another second. Ghost and Gaz whipped their heads around to stare as Soap pulls out a large book. It was a photo album with a slip of paper labelling the front. In Russian of course, just like the writing labelling the box.
“Alright, who’s been paying attention in Nik’s sort and somewhat weird lessons in Russian?”
Ghost stares hard at the photo albums front, truly concentrating as hard as he could. Gaz stared for a few seconds, eyes flickering to Ghost a few times, like he was waiting for him to reply. He didn’t, so Gaz did.
“I think it’s along the lines of ‘my sweet John’.”
Soap gags dramatically, “God, is it actually nudes?”
Ghost hums, “It’s not like we haven’t seen them naked before.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t want to see anything else beyond basic locker room shit.”
They were delaying, even though all of them desperately did want to know what was inside. But none of them made a move, just staring at the photo album while also eying each other. After a third minute of rather uneasy silence, Ghost sighs loudly before he grabs the photo album.
“Well, might as well. What’s one more piece of trauma?”
He unties the string keeping it closed, taking a step back before taking a deep breath, bracing himself. Soap and Gaz stared at him, waiting. So Ghost flipped open the album.
“Oh.”
Soap and Gaz shared a look before looking back at him, “Oh?”
Ghost flips a page, then another, before looking up, “They’re candids. A lot of them.”
Soap and Gaz finally look, and he was right. Each page was several pictures of a young Price just existing. Some of him napping in odd places, stuffing his face with questionable looking food, arguing with a young Laswell — He was just existing. And his behavior displayed in the photos were familiar.
“Johnny, weren’t you napping under the table the other day?”
“Weren’t you stuffing your fast with the shit you found in the back of the fridge?”
Gaz takes over the photo album, fondly looking at the pictures. Several photos, if not all, were taken clearly without Price’s knowing.
“Good to know Nik hasn’t lost any love,” the countless times Gaz has caught the man taking pictures of Price without the man knowing. He really wanted to know what his photo gallery looked like.
Suddenly, Soap gasps. Gaz looks up and Soap is holding a video camera, grinning madly.
“Sex tapes.”
“Simon!”
Gaz eagerly reaches for the camera, “Let me see!”
He saw the box it came from, labelled by Laswell. It was safe to look through… maybe.
He messes with the camera, laughing gleefully when it still turns on. Ah, they don’t make them like they used to.
“This is history!”
“And blackmail,” it was clear why Ghost was here. He never would pass up an opportunity to hold something over someone’s head, even the people who could make him disappear.
Gaz selects a video and starts playing it, watching the tiny screen intently. He wasn’t expecting to witness a past event of Price arguing with a currently unknown SAS officer, one that appeared to out rank him. He was cussing the man out with his full chest, and Gaz couldn’t help but look up at Soap.
“… what is it? I hear yelling.”
“I think we took after Price more than he realizes.”
Soap and Ghost were on either of Gaz now, watching the tiny screen with their chins on Gaz’s shoulders. Gaz played another video.
This one started with the camera facing a grinning Laswell, none of them could recall ever seeing such a mischievous look on her before. The camera switches over to show Price sitting on top of a cabinet with a guitar in his arms. He was clearly waiting for someone to come through the door by the cabinet.
“Do you know how many times he’s bitched at me for climbing on furniture-“
“Shh!”
Price was grinning at the camera and Laswell, and then an infamous figure they’ve all heard of but saw few photos of walked through the door. Captain MacMillan left his mark on Price, but clearly Price also left a mark on the man. Upon entering the room, he turns to say something to Laswell, then Price aggressively started playing the guitar.
“JONATHAN YOU CUNT-“
Laswell cackles as MacMillan grabs Price’s leg, dragging him from the cabinet. The camera cuts off right as the cabinet comes down with Price, the shock on his face blurred on the screen as the video ends. Gaz covered his mouth and Ghost leaned away. Soap chose to break the silence.
“I think he would throw us into a lake with bricks tied to our feet if we showed him this.”
“Clearly we make copies.”
They knew he was trouble in his youth, but this? Oh this was hypocrisy. And Laswell was in on some of it? Oh this was blackmail for sure. Ghost got what he wanted.
“Copies, Kyle. We need copies-“
Yes, they all were in on this. This was worth it.
(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!!)
The first time Mac met Nikolai was when his sergeant had disappeared to go have a smoke outside base to “clear his head”, and was found later by his captain getting his guts rearranged in the back of the criminal pilot’s helicopter.
Mac hated Nik’s guts ever since then. Fucking his sergeant like some wild animal and thinking he wouldn’t find out about it? Not to mention the age difference. While Johnathan was 23, Nik was a smooth 32.
Old bastard.
He quickly gets back into the captain’s good graces though after he’d saved his team from a botched mission, as well as left his favorite biscuits, mint crisps, and a bottle of expensive whiskey on his desk as an apology. Not to mention that a perk of having Nik around is that he keeps John busy so that he’s not a pain in his arse all the time.
Where he’d been drawing penises on Mac’s very important paperwork, he was now helping Nik fix up his helicopter or doing his own paperwork across from Mac’s desk with the pilot by his side watching on. Sometimes they’d even read together, and Mac found that sweet.
What the captain liked the most though was when he could call on Nik to handle John when he was being pissy.
All it took was a quick text or phone call when the brat’s back was turned, and then suddenly Nik is pulling John out of his office with a “happy” expression on his face, claiming that they were gonna go “fix” his helicopter.
Little did John know, it wasn’t the helicopter that was gonna get fixed.