Captain John Price x Reader

Twenty

With a satisfied smirk on your face you had your head leaned against the wall of the helicopter.

The vibration made the metal hit against the back of your skull every now and then. But you didn't mind. You needed this little, annoying pain to remind you that everything about that cursed job of yours hadn't taken the human out of you yet.

With your eyes closed you let your arms rest on the handle of your rifle.

The floor was shaking below your feet.

Next to you, Price was sitting.

It was strange, the helicopter was larger than the common model, with enough space for everyone to spread their legs and have some personal space.

Even the sergeant had jumped on the opportunity and had sat himself so far away that he probably wouldn't even be able to hear anyones order when they were shouted at him.

Yet Price had chosen to sit next to you. And not just next to you, but right in the seat next to yours.

His shoulder pressed against yours, making the trip unnecessarily uncomfortable.

"You want something?", you asked, already annoyed by his presence. "Beanie..."

His eyes wandered down to you.

A thick rope of smoke was seeping from his lips. He held a cigar between his teeth.

Taking a deep breath in, so deep that the tip started to glow in a bright red, he took it out of his mouth and hummed.

"Good that you ask, otherwise I would have started.", he curled his nose as if the hair of his beard was tickling it.

You pulled a face.

"I doubt it."

"Right, I would like to avoid talking more than necessary to you. Midge."

Your eyes flickered in annoyance.

"Ugh... What do you want?"

"The truth."

"Be more specific."

"You're not French. I've seen you at the parliament in Brussels. You weren't sitting with any country and your official pass didn't have a flag on it."

Goosebumps grew all over your body.

It wasn't the first time that someone questioned your nationality. But this time it felt like it was a real threat.

He didn't just want to know why you weren't talking like one would expect from your nationality.

He wanted to know about you. He wanted info. Either for his own safety or to have something against you in his hand.

Either way, what were you supposed to tell him?

You didn't even really know how to answer most of your own questions.

A deep sigh made your lips tremble. You squeezed your eyes tightly shut.

"Fine.", you hummed, not looking at him. "Ask your questions."

For a moment, he took the time to look you up and down.

"What's your function?", Price asked, audibly warning you not to pull some bullshit on him.

His voice was threatening enough.

You liked to tease people, yes, but if they looked like him you knew your limits.

This wasn't the right time to test his nerves.

You needed him to trust you. Or at least be neutral.

"If you're asking me if I'm here to watch over you or anyone else for the government, you're wrong.", you explained, still not looking at him. "And I'm not a spy either."

"Then what are you?"

"Used goods. Everyone's property. There is no title for me, I'm just... doing a job. Any job."

A low sound escaped his broad chest.

He wasn't entirely sold yet. But he didn't believe you were lying either.

"Then, what job are you doing right now?"

Your heart skipped a beat.

Truth be told, you didn't know either.

Nobody had given you a specific task. All that you knew was that you were supposed to support Price as second captain. Or first.

But you weren't a babysitter. And it was more than obvious that Price was a capable man.

Hell, he was so skilled, even you were a bit afraid of him. And that was something of the impossible.

"I don't know.", you said as if in trance. "I'm captain in command. That's my job right now."

He frowned.

His lips moved, making the entire beard of his pull together as if it were the spikes of a hedgehog.

"Forgive me if I'm not idiot enough to buy that.", he said and shifted in his seat to face you in a way that it just felt uncomfortable not to look at him. "What are you up to?"

Annoyed by his persistence and the fact that you were fool enough not to know anything about this job, you glanced at him from the corner of your eyes.

Ghastly (E/C) met icy blue.

"Listen... captain.", you said in such a warning tone that there was no room for discussion. "If you really want to know, ask Laswell. She's one of the very few who are allowed not to forget me."

That being said, you rose straight from your seat and walked to the furthest place from him to settle again.

Immediately, you pulled out your secret phone and send a message over to Laswell.

"We need to fucking talk.", it read.

A few minutes passed.

Price didn't make an attempt to follow you. But his eyes were glued to you as if there was no bigger threat than your existence.

Pulling a face, you returned the favour and glared at him too.

Just because he had a nationality he wasn't allowed to be a cunt.

All of a sudden, the co-pilot of the helicopter appeared in the door. Without saying a word, he gestured towards the front.

Confused, you frowned but got up anyways to join him in the cockpit.

Price wanted to get up too.

But the pilot did a gesture for him to stay put.

Price's eyes locked with yours.

A silent question was asked.

You shrugged. You really didn't know the reason.

"Put that on.", the co-pilot offered you his headset.

"What's happening?", you asked him.

A clicking sound filled your ears. Someone joined the radio.

"Let's talk about this job.", Laswell's voice said. "It's not pretty though."