Soap As A Dad [ Johnny Mactavish ]

*recruit recording Ghost from a distance*

Recruit: What's he doing here? I thought he was supposed to be on leave

Recruit, loudly: Hey, LT! What are you doing here?!

Ghost: I'M HERE FOR EMOTIONAL SUPPORT

Ghost, suddenly sprinting at them: DO YOU NEED A MOTHERFUCKING HUG!?

Recruit: *shrieks before dropping the camera*

john price as a dad [ price ]

part two | part three

- Later in life dad, meets you when he’s 40 and you’re younger, by over a decade.

- It had been a few months of you dating John Price, having known him for a couple of years. He worked in the parachute regiment… that’s what he told you anyway… and had been going on dates before going back to his three bedroom house.

- ‘Age is just a number’, you had been closed off for so long to going after this man in his late 30s, early 40s even though you shared a morbid sense of humour and view on life.

- When you finally shared a night with John Price… he rocked your world and fucked you like nobody had done.

- You found out you were pregnant after 5 months of dating John and you were terrified of telling him.

- “John, I’m pregnant…”

- He stared at you before engulfing you in a crushing hug that you sank into. His eyes spoke all to you, smiling like his lazy grin.

- He’d never been so excited, usually women his own age left after a month or so because he was absent from their lives

- The chaos of his work life didn’t help either.

- That’s why he’d never had a child, no one had stuck around.

- The secret is John Price had always wanted to be a father but he didn’t want to be a bad one

- “It’s okay if you miss appointments because of work… I get it…” You wholeheartedly got that having a hectic work life yourself.

- But John Price made it to EVERY SINGLE ultrasound appointment by your side.

- He isn’t the mosh doting partner but during pregnancy… jeez… this guy steps up his game.

- Cravings, back massages and movie nights with popcorn and a blanket… he’s gotcha back.

- You move in with him pretty early on and he’s easy to live with. And stays up in the night to build the crib

- Insists he doesn’t require instructions… INSISTS…

- He’s territorial over the DIY that goes into the house in general let alone when the nursery is concerned.

- Leave it in his capable hands

- TF141 notice a difference in their Captain, he’d grown too nurturing for the normal Price.

- They asked him what was wrong… he didn’t answer.

- Price doesn’t tell any of the lads that he’s going to be a father. Maybe he would later on when the baby was born but not then.

- So the boys speculate what has Price so happy with a glint in his eyes. “Is he getting laid or what?”

- “I know right, he’s way too happy…”

- Ghost keeps silent, observing Price- he’s almost being fatherly with… ahhh, ‘He’s gonna be a dad…’ He thinks to himself.

- It was Price’s business not his, he just pats him on the shoulder, “You’ll be a good dad…” and that makes Price smile.

- John definitely wants to know the gender…

- He has an action plan to draw up

- “Christ, I’ve spent too much time in tactics…”

- Proceeds to draw up a baby action plan for a baby boy.

- Wasn’t entirely bothered what gender it was but just NEEDED to know.

- He’s in TEARS when he cuts the umbilical cord and holds his son. Glad he was your son as well as his.

- John definitely is a control freak when it comes to raising your child. But soon learns that not everything can be controlled in his civilian life when a kid is concerned.

- Loves holding his son while he sleeps in his arms

- Sometimes you’ll come home to them asleep in the exact same position on the floor. Not able to help but giggle, waking John up, “What’s so funny?”

- “Like father like son… I just hope he doesn’t have that attitude of yours…”

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Part two is out! Thank you for reading xx

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John "Soap" MacTavish x fem Reader

Summary: Johnny found an abandoned Baby during a mission

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or images used in this work, nor do I claim any rights to them.

Warnings ⚠️: None maybe grammatical and spelling errors 😅

Little Bundle

The night was quiet in the makeshift base, the only sounds being the distant hum of machinery and the occasional rustle of soldiers moving about.

John "Soap" MacTavish had just returned from a particularly harrowing mission, one that had taken a surprising turn. Instead of the usual spoils of war, he had found a baby

—abandoned and alone in a crumbling building. It was a sight that tugged at his heartstrings, and against all odds, he had brought the child back with him.

“Price, I can’t just leave her there,” he had argued, his voice firm yet laced with an unusual softness. Captain John Price had raised an eyebrow but ultimately relented, knowing that once Soap had made up his mind, there was no changing it.

Now, as he sat in his quarters, the baby swaddled in a makeshift blanket, he felt a strange sense of pride. He had fed her, changed her, and even given her a quick bath in the sink. She was a tiny bundle of joy, and he was determined to take care of her. But as the hours passed, the initial confidence began to wane.

In the middle of the night, the baby’s cries pierced the silence, echoing off the walls of the small room. Soap’s heart raced as he tried to soothe her, rocking her gently in his arms. “C’mon, lass, it’s just a bit of noise, right?” he murmured, but the baby only cried louder. Panic set in as he realized he was in over his head.

With a messy mohawk and dark bags under his eyes, he stumbled out of his quarters, cradling the baby against his chest. He knocked on the door of Y/N’s sleeping quarters, desperation creeping into his voice. “Y/N! Open up, please!”

The door creaked open, revealing Y/N, her hair tousled and eyes still heavy with sleep. “Soap? What’s going on?” she asked, concern etched on her face.

“I… I can’t get her to stop crying!” he blurted out, his Scottish accent thick with anxiety. “I fed her, changed her, even bathed her, but she just won’t settle!”

Y/N’s motherly instincts kicked in as she took a step back, allowing him to enter. “Let me see her,” she said, her voice calm and soothing. Soap handed over the baby, watching with wide eyes as Y/N expertly cradled the child. She gently patted the baby’s back, whispering soft words that seemed to calm the little one.

“Sometimes they just need to burp,” Y/N explained, her tone reassuring. After a few moments of gentle patting, the baby let out a small burp, followed by a contented sigh. Soap’s shoulders relaxed as he watched the transformation.

“See? Easy peasy,” Y/N said with a smile, and soon enough, the baby’s cries faded into soft coos, and then silence. Soap couldn’t help but grin, relief washing over him.

As they settled onto the bed, the baby nestled between them, Y/N and Soap exchanged whispers. “She’s cute, isn’t she?” Soap said, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah, she is,” Y/N replied, a soft smile gracing her lips. “I never thought I’d see you like this, Soap. You’re a natural.”

“Maybe I’m not as bad as you thought,” he teased, nudging her playfully. “I mean, I’ve always been good with kids, right?”

Y/N chuckled softly, shaking her head. “You’ve always been a pain, but I guess you’re not entirely hopeless.”

As the night wore on, they found themselves drifting closer, the warmth of each other’s presence comforting. The baby slept soundly between them, a peaceful little angel in the midst of chaos. Eventually, exhaustion took over, and they both succumbed to sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside forgotten.

In that quiet moment, amidst the chaos of their lives, they found a sense of peace—a bond forged not just in battle, but in the shared responsibility of caring for a tiny life. And as they slept, the baby’s soft breaths filled the room, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there was always room for love and hope.

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