Captain John Price x Reader

Thirty-Six

Voices sounded from all sides.

Some came from the back of the cellar.

Other crawled down the stairs.

It was hard to tell how many people were about to join, two, maybe three.

One of them was a woman.

A low sound escaped you.

Price noticed and glanced down on you, one eyebrow raised.

You got something to say, say it quick, he whispered, his eyes moving between the strand of daylight and the back of your (H/C) hair.

"There's a woman.", you mumbled.

"So?"

"I don't know... Don't you think it's weird we picked up an American woman first time we had contact with the terrorists? And now here is one too."

He shrugged.

The powerful movement of his body was enough to send shivers down your spine.

"Women can be idiots too, ya know?"

A smirk tugged at the corners of your mouth.

"I know.", you moved all your fingers, one by one. "But it seems odd that there are a bunch of guys and just one woman."

"Maybe she's a trophy wife and went along with her husband."

"Maybe. But in that case she wouldn't be so loud."

He frowned.

"Cut it short, eh?", he demanded.

His body language was starting to get tense. He was expecting an attack any moment.

"Her voice is louder than the ones of the men. And she's talking a lot more. She's the dominant part.", you said. "We should get our hands on her. Alive."

With a low hum he signalised that he was in on the plan.
His arm tightened around you.

It felt like he tried to keep you out of danger.

The voices grew louder.

Steps lowered into the cellar.

Someone was coming down the stairs.

If the woman came first, you would have been able to grab and pull her out of view before the men followed.

Even if she would have been last it would have worked out one way or another.

But the first to enter the dark area was a guy. It was easy to tell by his physique that he wouldn't be an easy target.

Another man followed.

He was tall. So tall that even Price appeared to be shorter.

Down here that was a disadvantage.

But at the same time you needed to make sure that the huge guy wouldn't get into the way of things.

Tall or not, he seemed to be the cautious type of person.

His head moved from left to right before gesturing for the people outside to follow.

The woman came to sight.

She didn't seem to be the type of person to be a terrorist.

The way she smiled made her look like a soccer mom. She was a bit overweight, short, with a voice that made everyone want to smile.

The shirt she wore made her look like a teacher. She looked as harmless as a person could be.

As she entered the darkness another man followed.

He must have been her husband.

"They look lovely.", you hummed, more to yourself then to him. "How did they end up like this?"

Price curled his nose.

"You don't always get what's on the package.", he said. "Looks are deceiving."

A huff escaped you.

"Your looks aren't. You turned out exactly the way I expected you to."

For a moment he thought.

His eyes were glued to the people ahead. But his mind wandered off.

"Is that supposed to be a compliment, luv?", he asked.

Your eyes lowered.

"Call it what you want. But I wasn't disappointed.", your free hand found his to give it a gentle squeeze. "Keep it that way, will ya?"

He hummed.

His fingers moved and locked with yours to pull you closer into the shadows as the group passed.

They were all wrapped up in some conversation about today's school system, how they hated that their kids didn't learn things the good old way anymore.

As the last guy passed, you managed to throw a glance at the back of his head.

He had a German eagle tattooed on it. It was sitting right on top of a circle made from bay leaves. In the middle danced a nazi swastika.

"Lovely.", Price hummed as they were gone. "So, how do we get the woman and us out of here?"

With a darkened gaze you grinned.

"We take her hostage.", you offered him another magazine for his pistol. "They are probably armed. We need to be quick."

He took the offering and let go of you.

The loss of his hand made a cold spot grow on your stomach.

"Sure.", he eyed the shiny bullets. "Remember, switching out your weapon is always faster than reloading."

A smirk conquered your lips.

"I'll keep that in mind.", you wiggled the blade of your knife in the air. "As soon as they made reloadable knifes."

He snorted.

"I have to give it to you, you're quite the creative one."

Your eyebrows rose.

"Was that something good about me, fisherman?"

He huffed.

"I'm full of surprises.", he pushed past you to take the lead, loaded gun raised.

It was strange to see him so possessive all of a sudden. He had been a good team mate, but now he acted like a partner who was responsible for your well being.

And he'd probably expect you to do the same in return.

Fisherman, you hummed as he positioned himself at the door. Let me lure her away.

With a questioning gaze he eyed you.

A grin appeared on your lips.

You reached into your pocket and pulled out the intel that Timo had given you.

But he didn't understand.

"He's with them.", you breathed. "And they expect us. We'll just pretend he sold them out and now we try to cooperate."

But he wasn't convinced.

"That's bloody risky.", he shook his head.

You shrugged and walked up to him.

"Risky is my middle name.", you put away the knife. "You cover me when things get hot?"

For a long moment he stared at you.

"Five minutes.", he said.