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oh hello there..... quick sketches of trans!bj and trans!hawkeye? why yes ofc, here ya go, enjoy

Price, Soap, and the Missus

Inspired by @goatgoesmbe ‘s idea…

Johnny MacTavish was a straightforward man.

He enjoyed looking at pretty things, plain and simple.

So, naturally, when a sweet, confused little thing in a sundress with a bow in her hair, for God’s sake, approached the base entrance whilst he was on lookout duty — well, you couldn’t blame him for wanting to have some fun. Turn up the charm, if you will.

Maybe he asked you a few more questions than necessary just to hear your soft voice and feed his ego, and maybe he demanded to ‘pat you down’ — just because it was all protocol, of course. He was such a good soldier, and he took that job seriously. As such, he had to ensure that he had patted down every part of you; every bit of your smooth, warm skin got bruised by his rough hands as he prodded and gripped you unapologetically.

And once he was done (which wasn’t for a while), leaving you stammering and flushing but too shy to say anything, he went straight back to charming the pants off of you. Or, at least, that’s what he thought he was going back to.

“So, what business has someone like you got here, hmm?” Johnny purred, accent rolling off of his tongue smoothly, head cocking to the side and he stared down at you with a devious smirk.

“Just… dropping off my husband’s lunch,” you replied quietly, refusing to meet his gaze. Your ears remained bright pink.

Johnny immediately froze.

He hadn’t expected that.

You were married? Dear God. Just his luck. All he could hope was that your husband was in a unit far away from him so that any comments you made about his ‘inspection’ would hopefully go unpunished.

He’d messed up, bad.

“Husband, eh?” He hedged, trying desperately to mask the waver in his voice. “And who would that lucky lad be?”

You hesitated, finally meeting his eye sheepishly, a little more confident as you took in his obvious falter. “Am I allowed to tell you his name?”

Johnny almost melted, staring at your big, blinking eyes — his previous concerns momentarily almost completely wiped out. You were so sweet. So innocent.

Someone was one lucky bastard.

“Well, considering this is our base, you should be fine,” he joked.

“O-okay. I was just checking, because he gets nervous about that kind of stuff, considering… everything.” You inhaled. “He’s… John Price. Do you know him? Or where he might be right now? The lunch is getting cold…”

Steaming bloody Jesus. Johnny felt he was about to pass out. He felt numb. “The… the captain?” He croaked. “He’s your husband?”

“Is that a problem?” You asked nervously.

“I don’t know…” a sudden, familiar voice rumbled. “Is that a problem, MacTavish?”

You turned delightedly to find your husband right there, glaring at the man in front of you but looking deliciously handsome as always, and leapt to give him a hug.

Dear God.

Johnny just about turned on his heel and fled.

He never told the rest of the squad how he got a broken nose that night. Partially out of embarrassment, but also because he felt he deserved it.

And from then on, he never dared to even utter a word to any unknown women coming into base.

I love that Karlie’s walk perfectly matching the Gold Rush beat is making the rounds on Twitter. The proof is undeniable.

(and so cute! Taylor is such a romantic.)