Baby on Base

by GloomWitch

Summary:

Four double drabbles based on the prompt "TF141 men when their partner comes to see them with their baby/toddler" sent to my Tumblr ask box.

Notes:

Prompt

The following prompt was sent in by a Tumblr user: Request for the TF141 men when their partner comes to see them with their baby/toddler in something absolutely adorable they have to fight the urge to melt into a puddle of goo.

Chapter 1: John Price

 

“When?”

“End of the week.”

“A full review?”

John inclines his head. “Everything inventoried. Down to the nails.” A resounding groan greets him from Simon, Kyle, and Johnny. Price chuckles and holds up a hand in reassurance. “Won’t take us—”

Just over Simon’s shoulder, the small hangar bay door that says “Personnel Only” opens, and from it comes two familiar faces. You rarely come to base—Price is always telling you to stay away—but here you are, and you’re not alone. On your left hip is the son Price shares with you.

The rest of his team turns to see what he’s staring at.

Johnny whistles lowly. “Wee bairn looks just like you, captain.”

He does, and not only in his physical features. You’ve dressed him up just like Price. The cargo pants are nearly the same color, as are the little boots, shirts, and mini-tactical vest. You’ve even put on the bucket hat and signature mustache.

Price feels his cheeks grow hot. Then he’s mumbling an “excuse me” before hurrying over, smiling so broadly his face hurts.

“What’s this?” he asks softly.

“We wanted to see you,” you answer as Price draws both of you into his arms.

 

Chapter 2: Simon "Ghost" Riley

 

Simon isn’t listening. Hardly, really.

Gaz, Price, and Soap are in conversation, oblivious to the door opening, of who comes through it. But Simon is watching. Not only watching. He’s standing. Moving. Trying his best not to melt onto the floor because you’re here and you’ve brought the daughter the two of you share together.

This is a treat. A surprise. You rarely come to base. Simon likes to keep you and his daughter separate. A form of protection. Less eyes on that which he cares about most.

And the best part of this visit? Her little hair clips. Pink with glitter. Shaped into the exact same skulls as the ones on his masks. Simon has no idea how you’ve done it, or if someone else gave them to you, but she’s adorable, and he wants nothing more than to hold the two of you close. Preferably away from everyone else.

Maybe shove the two of you into the nearest car and take you home.

“Da Da,” coos his daughter, holding out one chubby arm, fingers opening and closing like she’s trying to grab hold of him.

Simon is thankful for the mask. For how it hides his wet eyes.

 

Chapter 3: John "Soap" MacTavish

 

Johnny is oblivious at first.

One moment he’s chatting away about an upcoming mission with Kyle, and the next he’s eloped mid-conversation, rushing over to his three favorite girls.

“Who let you in?” he laughs, drawing the three of you into an embrace.

His twin girls squeal with delight, grabbing at him with their little hands as he kisses you. He gives you one, and then another, finally turning his attention to the twins.

“My wee thistles,” he croons, pinching their cheeks and kissing their foreheads. With a light tug on each of their pigtails, Johnny lifts them from your arms, settling one on either side in the crook of his arms.

With you on his heel, Johnny carries the girls toward friendly faces. He pokes his head into offices and interrupts meetings, stopping at every smiling face and kind smile, talking about their milestones and how proud he is of them.

The headstrong soldier is gone, replaced by a joyful father. It’s your favorite version of him, the one you have at home, who has loved you all these years.

As Captain Price snuggles the twins close, Johnny glances at you, his smile radiating warmth and all his love.

 

Chapter 4: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

 

Kyle sits in the empty conference room in silence.

One job done. Another on its heels. It’s almost never-ending.

A knock interrupts his thoughts, the door opening soon after. Captain Price pops his head in. “You have a visitor.”

As he steps to the side, the two people Kyle loves most in this world step through. You, his partner, cradling his daughter on your hip. She’s wearing jeans and a little black shirt with the team’s logo. Kyle smiles, heading in your direction.

“Look at you,” laughs Kyle. “My perfect girl.”

His daughter sticks her fist in her mouth, drooling around her fingers as her bright eyes gaze into his own. Kyle smiles, and she does too, removing her drool-drenched fist only to try and touch his cheek with it. Kyle accepts it, not caring about the germs or how his cheek will be sticky later.

Work isn’t always kind. Not always fair. There is so much anguish and injustice in this world. But she’s perfect. One of the best things in his life, other than you.

Kyle snuggles his daughter close, patting her back as he gazes at your smiling face.

“Thank you,” he murmurs. “I needed this today.”

 

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Series this work belongs to:

• Part 111 of Task Force 141 Imagines/What If...Series