Interrogation

Interrogation

Captain John Price x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mention of smut

Summary: Being captured by Taskforce 141 thinking you have intel they will need, but you prove to be a handful when all your comments targeted towards the team are rather…sexual. So they call in the big man himself, Captain John Price to question you.

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Medic: You’re loosing too much blood! What’s your type?

Y/N: British male, 38, 188cm, 93KG, blue eyes, brown hair that’s greying, athletic built, blood type O+, SAS—

Medic:

Medic: Your blood type soldier

Y/N: OH! I don’t know whatever that’s in the database about me I guess

Price in the background:

CANT WAIT FOR MORE! I also cant wait for them to finally get some well deserved revenge on them. 😼

Summary: After Task Force 141 got a hint that you gave important information to their enemy- the boys do not hesitate to chain you up and give you a taste of hell. You on the other hand are innocent but they do not believe you

(last part before the summary gets different guys i promise- lmao)

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Platonic Task Force 141! x Fem!Reader (Simon Ghost Riley x Fem!Reader)

a/n: .. yumm price... I LOVE SIMON THO GUYS I SWEAR enjoy <3

Warnings: uhm this whole fic is basically a warning. Torture; Blood; Mental Health; Angst angst angst not proof read (Like always ngl). - idk see yourself. burns

genre: ANGST

+ 2,5k words (extra long for you babes)

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 (coming soon i guess!)

"No-" whispering under your unsteady breath. Head shaking as if your not really here- hysterical tears still rolling over the apple of your cheeks, down to your jaw.

Trailing sideways to your chin and mixing with the blood, salty liquid turning pink before dropping down onto your thighs.

piano music invading your brain- making everything hurt with a bittersweet melodie

your leg trembled- lip swollen as you constantly bit down on it to not cry like a pathetic baby.

Gaze fixated onto your fingers- skin feeling to tight with the blades under your 5 left fingernails- trying to move them as little as possible.

You felt bad- not wanting to be in a room alone with him. Body shivering under his gaze- knowing that he knew you like the back of his hand.

"Come on, love. No need to worry" Price nearly purred- having sushed Soap out of the Room, sitting now where he sat. Crossing his buff arms in front of his chest. Taking in the sight of your panicked state with a gaze you couldn't quite read.

His cigar flickering in the Ashtray next to him- having it stored there for the moment. John shifted in his seat while his lips pressed together shortly. Orange light of the burning thing reflecting in his eyes.

As if his soul was burning as well.

Maybe it was

You were exhausted- drained. Mentally. Physically. You weren't fond of the torture- but lets be honest. Who was?- accepting the fact that your patience slipped the moment Soap pushed you onto that old fucking rusty chair.

But it was okay.

Accept and Adapt, right?

You were going to take Revenge, but for now...

"John" you sighed- slightly circling your shoulders in an lousy attempt to relax. Gulping- words feeling heavy in your throat.

... you should be going at this with a strategy.

"I would never- never betray you" you begun with a frustrated and hurt look- eyes piercing into his. You took a deep breath- fingers still hurting- blades cutting deeper into them after every movement.

Closing your eyes for a short moment- trying to pull yourself together, which was hard as you felt all over the place- shattered and only small threads making it possible for you to not be completely hopeless.

Call these threads the want to destroy them.

Forcing yourself to point your nailless hand at him softly- vulnerable look on your face. Who cared if you had to do this to get a milder punishment.

You didn't at the moment.

"You know that I always wanted to be like you" you added, wanting him to maybe take it easy on you. Reminding him.

Simon was the angriest and most betrayed-feeling one.

Gaz the most sad one

Soap the most cruel and revenge seeking one

And Price?

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"What are you doing 'ere, love" he chuckled with his warm voice- smoking on the balcony of the community area. Not expecting to see his newest, albeit most ambitious, member of 141 at such ungodly hours out here.

She looked suprised as well- not having thought him to already be here. She stammered- still a little bit shy around the sometimes owerwhelming group of man- being the only female in the force.

"Uhm Do you- do you want me to leave?" she asked with a red face- shame settling in her bones- not wanting to disturb her Captain.

he shook his head, patting the spot beside him. "Come one, dove" he gently insisted, taking her hand when she was in arms reach to help her onto the thick concrete balcony walls.

He liked her. Some fresh wind. Still a little bit green behind the ears- but a fast learner- he wasn't worried. She dangled her legs in the air, enjoying the cold breeze.

"What got you here?" he asked after some comfortable silence- taking a drag of his cigar- soon puffing the smoke out. "Couldn't sleep, sir"- you said, looking at the sight in front of you.

John laughed, earning a confused look from you. "Just John, love- we are not working right now, are we?" he asked with an amused look. Waiting till you nodded- taking another drag.

"Sir- Uh.. I mean John? Why are you here tonight?" you asked- still not used to calling him by his first name. "Couldn't sleep" he said with zero hesitation, making you laugh.

"Does that happen often times?" you asked again- this time more confident in talking to your Captain.

You liked him. He praised you- appreciated your work, answered your questions and noticed how you felt. You were drawn to him in a weird "I want to learn everything you know"- kinda way, wanting to learn his tricks and make him proud. You didn't knew where this was coming from.

"Kind off" he answered again with a smile- stretching his back for a second- sighing in content after that one bone popped- before turning to you.

"What about you, love? Insomnia, Homesick or Gaz's loud snoring" he chuckled at the last part- mumbling something along the line like 'That kid's snores are louder than a machine gun'

You shrugged. probably a mix of everything. "I don't know- I never was one to sleep good" you admitted- shooting him a glance- seeing that he nodded along your statement.

"How about this is becoming our secret, love? Huh, how's that?" he said with a small smile- pointing between you and him. "You mean a secret 'I cannot sleep and need a friend'-spot?" you asked with a cheeky smile- liking the idea.

"Just what I had in mind, dear" he said- painting a happy smile onto your face"

He never really told you that, but after that night- after some time- he always felt like you were his own kid- knowing that you wanted to be like him.

he watched over you, talked to you, spend time with you.

Worried about you.

so why?

why?

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he looked at you with a disgusted face- slight snarl on his lips, an uncomfortable sight for you.

"You saw me as an Idol, kid- and i regret to have ever taught you something" he said with a huff- index finger pushing into the tables surface to prove his point with such a force- making it shift slightly

"What-" you begun- utterly confused with shock, shushed by a warning look- eyes hollow at his words. Swallowing a thick lump down your throat at the statement- You tapped your foot anxiously- not liking where this was going.

His arms moving foward onto the table to prop himself. Body not that far away from yours- almost hovering over you. Saying your name to catch your attention. His head slightly tilted to the side- watching you attentively.

He hummed "You should know that you are nothing for me, you died right after you switched sides. Such a waste of potential" he clicked his tounge in annoyance. Making a motion as if he crumpled something in his strong fist- letting it fall away from his fingertips

Heart contracting slightly - closing your eyes- not wanting to believe any of that, knowing it wasn't near the truth- but it was impossible.

You felt as if he forced the words down your throat- hand clamped onto your mouth to make you swallow the hurtful sentences.

"In the end you were too weak, love. i knew you would break sooner or later. You aren't made for such a life" he continued- whispering. Something you've never seen before was glimmering in his eyes.

Downright bad stuff.

pulling yourself together. "You're lying" you chocked out, not wanting to hear his bullshit- earning a chuckle from him, he was amused.

You foot still tapped onto the floor- the fucker noticed it- pressing his shoe hard down onto your bare foot. Thick sole pressing marks into your flesh- making you stop with a quiet painful hiss while staring at him with a silent- hateful gaze.

It hurt. The way he was pressing down, sandwiching your toes under the strong heel of his shoes and the concrete ground.

"Maybe I am, Maybe I am not- but you know what is true, dear?" he whispered, taking a strand of your hair and putting it behind your ear.

His Shoe was back next to his other one- making you wiggle your toes quickly- trying to get blood flowing through them again. Taking his still glimmering Cigar between his fingers, little sparkles of ash flying around while he took it to his mouth.

"What?" you spat out, not wanting him to touch you again.

"All this time, you wanted me to love you, like you were my daughter- or someone special to me- i just thought you had a bad relationship with your father, but in the end i don't even care-" he admitted with a shrug- taking a drag from his Cigar- giving you a chance to comprehend his words.

His lies

"You followed me around like a lost puppy that wanted praise. A 'good job' or something else" he said- staring at your disbelieving eyes.

"When you got that, oh my god you were so happy" he chuckled. Making your resolve break for a second, eye contact wavering before you got your composure back- or what was left.

"What if i tell you that I never felt the same, huh? Love?“ he said with a dirty look. „You are just some mere Sergeant. Nothing more“ he chuckled quietly as if it was funny what he said. "What made you think that you could be different? Are you really that naive, kid?"

"Did they offer you Money? Sex? Honor" he laughed at his last word- making you feel small.

He smiled again as he saw your angered expression- he knew you would have probably jumped him if it weren't for the chains. Shadow deep on your face- jaw clenched and such a beautiful- furious- expression in your eyes.

Hands balling to fists- not caring anymore that it hurt like hell.

Fucker.

Fuckface

Motherfucking Cunt

Tears brimming in your eyes out of frustration- he marked his victory internally.

You were always someone to cry when frustrated.

His Hand opened as a gesture- wiggling his fingers slightly- mocking you. „You were just a.. toy? Yes i guess this puts it well“ he muttered- smile that didn‘t reach his eyes, stretched over his lips.

"Why did you decide to backstab us all, huh?" he asked with a frown- amused expression long gone. "Always telling us that you love us and that we are a family- for what!" he slammed his hand down onto the steel table- making you flinch slightly. His breathing got heavy, he was angry as well.

Fucking angry.

You huffed- the uneasy feeling sticking to the back of your throat again- nose burning, feeling the tears brimming in your eyes for the umpteenth time. Since when did you become such a crybaby?

„I told you, i didn't do it" you said with a shaky voice- swallowing the lump in your throat- getting frustrated again. Your plan wasn't working like you wanted.

"Aw, don‘t cry sweetheart“ he smiled again- hand reaching out to wipe your tears away.

"Don't fucking touch me, John!" you roared- voice filled with such a hate- it even suprised him at the moment.

His gaze grew cold out of the sudden, sharpening your senses in such a quick time- you wouldn't have noticed it, if it weren't for the change of atmosphere

Simon was the angriest and most betrayed-feeling one.

he took his Cigar away from his mouth, looking you in the eyes. Fire and Ice- You and Price

Taking your arm- holding it still with no effort, making you kick and scream- fight or flight response entering your body in one breath- trying to pull your arm away- raw rubbed wrists beginning to bleed easily under your Captains harsh grasp.

"No! Let go of me! LET GO OF ME" you yelled in pure panick, not knowing what he will do- tears falling once more- making it harder to see and breath- stool on which you used to sit, now discharged- kicked into some corner,

Gaz was the most sad one

You stood there- pulling with all your might, not getting away from the table you were chained to- not getting away from the man you were so fucking scared off. Desperatly crying out for help- nobody hearing you-

You were tired. You couldn't do all that shit anymore- it ate you up and left nothing other than a memory of what you used to be.

"Just fucking hold still"

he raised his voice- your protesting not not affecting him. It was the first time in a long time he yelled at you- making your brain shut down.

Voice Booming through the room- body stiffening in his hold, knowing you were getting treated worse if you do not listen to him now.

Soap the most cruel and revenge seeking one

He huffed- Cigar coming down towards you arm- flickering edge pressing down on your delicate skin of your pulse point- only then noticing his actions- immediatey beginning to yell once more-

Your screams filling his ears but he shut them out. He was seething. The Girl- the Woman he appreciated so much. The Sergeant he wanted to teach everything he knew.

You were just like his own for him. he couldn't understand your switch of sides. When did you become like this? Or were your goals already clear before joining 141?

He ignored his racing thoughts, pressing down harder to burn you- Just like his soul was burning after your Betrayal.

And Price?

Price was the one that hurt you the most with his words.

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Face expressionless as you stared at your thighs. Head resting on the tables edge inbetween your chained Hands.

you watched the inflamed stabwound Simon gave you- now that you saw it- hurting even more- redness spreading through your skin and wound not wanting to heal a bit.

Black and blue bruise forming around the wound- a consequence of the hilt that got rammed into your thigh.

You looked skinnier than ever- ribs poking through your skin

Eyes trailing up to your arms- severe burns littering the soft skin on your inner arm- all dot shaped- up to your elbows- yellow blisters forming on both arms

Your Eyes shortly looked at your hands- fingers- quickly adverting your gaze- not wanting to see them at the moment- pain still fresh and moving through your nerves.

Price‘s words echoing in your mind rent free- feeling yourself getting angry at that- not wanting to feel anything at the moment. Pushing them back- deep deep down. sealed

Shoulder burning as you turned your head- trying to inspect Gaz‘s uncomfortable interrogation tactic- also not looking any better than the one on your thigh the only good thing was that it didn‘t bruise as bad.

Johnny, Kyle, Price and Simon

They weren‘t your brothers, nor your Captain or your motherfucking Lover.

They were the one who betrayed you.

They were the rats.

Traitors.

Oh and you were gonna make them fucking pay

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Table of Contents

something sweet

burned

the cougar

the mountain

lamb in the lion's den

avenging angel

the book thief

joyride

pest

drunk text

mondo piccolo

la dolce vita

vino veritas

kitten

walk of shame

bad girl

got u

war and peace

crime and punishment

lost and found

bound for hell

deal with the devil

show me your teeth

bully

knots

breaking point

surprise

haunted

lady of the daisies

say something

run

hard lesson

suits & guns

quite continental

purgatory

rough play

ruse

the honorable thing

pool time

parlay

reprieve

tbc...

I make my own silly merch :3

another thing i dislike

‘when you paw at him, begging for more’ PAW? EXCUSE ME? am i a dog?

pls stop using this word i hate it sm. it has the same feeling it gives you like the word “moist”