Captain John Price x Reader

Twenty-Three

"Right now we don't know anything.", Laswell explained while giving her little power point presentation. "Except that all of the attacks are of far right winged nature. The bodies we've rescued from the camp also showed that there are a few people with military training. It's safe to say that they developed military structure and combat experience."

A low hum escaped you.

Price's eyes jumped to you.

This was nothing that you two didn't know already. Playing good cop, bad cop had not been wildly successful, but it did give you some insight.

And the patches he had stolen had also been somewhat helpful.

It seemed like you and Price knew more than Laswell herself.

A miracle, to say the least, but not a pleasant one.

But she was right, this mission lacked intel and you didn't know how to get it since the hostage, Karina, was probably already a goner thanks to the CIA.

Relying on Timo wasn't too bad, but even he had his limits. If he didn't notice anything suspicious, nobody would.

He literally was the last hope.

"How did all of this go unnoticed?", you asked yourself out loud.

"Years of planning.", Laswell said. "It might seem like this stands in direct connection to the political climate around the globe, but that's not true."

"They crawled out of their holes because they felt like the time is right.", Price suspected.

You had to take a deep breath.

"Just like rats that smell the cheese. What about communication? I assume there will be teams all over the continent."

Laswell turned off the projector.

"You two are the main pieces.", she said and locked eyes with both you and then Price. "As soon as you get your hands on the intel you will inform the headquarters through a secured line, one way. They will spread orders then."

You nodded.

"Sounds like a plan... And the headquarters. Who has authority?"

Her lips pressed into a thin line.

You knew that look on her face.

She wasn't happy with the decision.

That meant that the authority wasn't with the Americans. It wasn't with the Europeans either, since they were the main problem at the moment.

There must have been a friendly or at least neutral nation who had enough prestige and security to be able to hold such power.

Making a wrong pick could have ended in disaster.

That immediately out ruled most of the Asian and African continent. Middle Eastern countries weren't an option either.

Maybe Australia or New Zealand, but they weren't as involved in international military as it would be necessary.

South Korea was also an option, but they seemed to be mostly anti-American and busy with their own problems.

That only left Japan, who had their main business with Germany. As two industry nations they were working hand in hand ever since the war now.

"We're not allowed to share certain intel with you.", Laswell said.

"Of course not."

"International agreement."

"Whatever.", you got up from your seat. "Let's not keep our terrorists waiting."

But as always, Laswell still had something else to say.

"We need a moment.", she told you. "This is British business."

You eyed her.

"The UK is part of this continent too.", you reminded her. "What exactly is it?"

Price let out a low sound.

"It's fine.", he said. "The captain can stay."

Surprised that he didn't make a fuss about it, you glanced at him for a moment.

He did seem indifferent about wether or not you'd be in the room.

But a small detail on his face gave away that he needed you next to him in case there was something he didn't want to deal with.

It amused you to see that he was slowly accepting the fact that you were his backup plan for everything he didn't want to do.

With a satisfied smirk on your face you remained standing by his side, one arm rested on his shoulder.

He felt hard underneath your fingers. Almost tense.

"So?", he looked at Laswell. "We're all ears."

Her eyes jumped from you to him and back again.

Then a soft sigh escaped her.

"I see you two found a way to get along.", she noted.

Both you and Price let out a sound. But neither commented on it.

It was wiser to form one unity against her. Otherwise no one would be happy with the outcome.

"Cut it short.", Price demanded in his low, calm manner.

Whenever he talked you noticed something new about him.

His voice was raspy, but especially at the end of every sentence. The way he looked perfectly matched his words.

He sounded rough, but managed to talk with the tongue of an angel. At least as long as he was in good will.

Whenever he was calm, his voice was horse as if he tried to restrain the force that filled it.

You hadn't heard him scream in anger yet and probably never would either.

He was too reserved for that.

But you did fear the possibility already.

Laswell cleared her throat.

"The influence of the terrorists might go deeper than we expect.", she said. "Since Britain isn't part of the EU anymore they are basically on their own. You need to find out if the government is threatened, if you can."

She handed him a USB stick.

With a swift movement he let it vanish in his pocket.

"I'll see what I can do.", he nodded.

Her gaze darkened.

"This is important, not just some side mission. Please make sure to look into it, Jonathan."

You frowned.

"Your name is Jonathan?", you blurted out.

He rolled his eyes.

"They call me John."

"But Jonathan??"

He glanced up at you.

"Out of all the information you just got, you decided that this was the important one?"

You shrugged.

"Well, yeah. Don't change the topic. Your fucking name is Jonathan?"

He sighed.

"Yes. Why are you upset?"

"Because I can't moan that. Like... John is fine. Short and nice. But Jonathan? Who am I fucking? The next king of England?"

Annoyed, he rose from his seat and shook you off.

"You're not fucking anyone.", he growled.

"Not yet.", you purred.

"Fuck off!"

"Give me a chance."

"I'll punch you."

"Feel free to do so.", you spread your arms. "Anything but the face. It's terrible enough as is."