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“You have two options now, Captain. Stay, and not risk her life, or leave, yet leave her behind.”
Price stared at Makarov as he stated that, a smug slight grin on his face as Makarov stared him down, knowing, knowing that this decision would be possibly the hardest one yet.
By the simple mistake on a mission, Price had so unfortunately got the whole squad caught, including you. You were simply just another teammate from another company, only there to help out because apparently, you knew the base like the back of your hand due to you being captured there numerous times.
But apart from that— Price had a decision he needed to make, quickly.
All of you were stuck in a pickle. Makarov had cornered you guys and struck up a deal: Price and everyone else would stay behind just to not risk your life, and have a higher chance at getting out by that, due to your knowledge on the base itself, or, Price and the others could leave, safely, unharmed and untouched, just as long as you were left behind. What a decision to make, huh?
The forest was quiet all around them, so quiet you could hear a tear drop on the floor and hear it splatter. Gaz had his eyes on the ground, accepting defeat. Soap had his gaze up, constantly glancing at everyone and especially Price. Ghost was focused on the enemies at hand, staring down the guy who currently had a gun pointed at his head, just like the others. Price stared back at Makarov, his gaze occasionally glancing on over to you, you were staring directly at Price.
He and you both knew of the percentage of getting out of Makarovs base with you around, it was significantly higher than just leaving without you, leaving you in danger. Of course, both decisions were dangerous, but everyone staying behind had a higher chance at escaping due to you, but if it was just you, it would be more difficult with the amount of eyes watching you, and among other things.
You just hoped that Price would choose the right decision, the decision that had a higher successful rate—
“She stays.”
Your heart dropped.
You realised Price didn’t have his eyes on you anymore, or on Makarov, but rather sat the ground like it was suddenly interesting now.
It felt like the air around you guys had gotten even more quieter and thick in tension at the decision make.
Makarov let out a “tsk” as he clicked his tongue against the back of his teeth, lowering his gun that was pointed directly at Prices skull, “Good choice, Captain.” Makarov praised lowly, moving his gaze to you as your gazes met, noticing the sudden predatory in his gaze as his eyes comfortably roamed you, undressing you with his eyes.
”I.. will have fun with your teammate.” Makarov stated, leering at you with no subtly intentioned, making everything painfully clear in his words and tone itself. You gulped at his tone, noticing the grin on his face grow as his gaze didn’t leave your body before your head snapped towards Price, noticing his very clear reluctance to meet your gaze.
Makarov said a command out in Russian to his soldiers, stepping closer to you, letting out a low whistle to himself. His soldiers lowered their weapons but not fully, indicating at them to get going or else Makarov would possibly change his mind— but it seemed highly unlikely at the moment. “We will have fun, моя любовь.” Makarov commented, reaching out to grasp at your wrist, which you unintentionally allowed, too focused on Price to even focus what’s at stake.
Price never returned your gaze that night. It made you regret even accepting that letter from Laswell to helping them out with Makarov, all because you knew too many things about Makarov and his base.
.
And, that’s also what lead to now.
After a gruesome few months of the squad staying at the base, just in case, of course, and also because they didn’t have any missions to handle. You were back.
Apparently, you had been back for at least a week now but they had no idea since you wanted it to be hidden until said otherwise, not confident to meet Prices gaze just yet, and neither was he with yours.
Price felt angry at himself, disappointed, disgusted and frustrated. He knew the percentages with the decision making, you had brought it up a couple times before that mission because you knew what Makarov was like, and you were right. Yet, Price didn’t stay true to his word, taking his men’s safety over yours. Which, of course, you couldn’t blame, you understood him, but Price understood the chance at getting out more successfully together instead of you just getting out alone, it was more dangerous alone.
But over those few months, those emotions began to fade. Maybe you died in Makarovs base? Maybe he didn’t need to worry anymore because you had gotten out? Maybe you did get out and went AWOL? Maybe.. just maybe, you died so he didn’t have to worry about another person. Maybe?
Yet, his hope was crushed at the announcement that you were back, you had been back for a week and just decided to let Laswell tell them. But, it was like his decision making was forgotten, well, with Laswell at least.
Laswell didn’t look at John with pure hatred in her eyes, she didn’t rest her gaze onto him for too long, her smile certainly didn’t falter at him, nothing happened during that announcement with him. It was indeed like that decision was long forgotten, maybe you had secretly forgiven him with Laswell and that’s why she isn’t taking it out on him? Maybe you had forgot it yourself and so did Laswell? Or, maybe you forgot it and Laswell didn’t remind you of it, just in case it could bring up bad memories… just maybe.
.
It had been a few hours after that announcement, the base felt quieter even with the amount of people in here. The base was weird, it wasn’t their base but rather your base since you were only recruited to help them out and your base was much more practical. Yet, Price and the others still roamed it like everyone personally knew them, like everyone gave them respect as silently as ever due to their heroic deeds and “sacrifices”. Sacrifices.
It was just after lunch, Price was lonely walking through the rather quiet hallway, no soldiers in sight, bit weird since lunch had just finished and the hallways should be roaming with soldiers all over the place, but who knows?
As Price was about to turn a sharp corner, he had bumped into someone and staggered backwards a step before catching himself with a hand on the wall, “Sorry. My fault—“ he stopped, staring at the person before him. It was you, you in the flesh.
You didn’t announce the meeting yourself, letting Laswell do it while you didn’t show yourself at all, not hiding away but also not letting anyone see you. You didn’t want anybody to see you, especially not after what happened in that God forsaken base.. you felt disgusting, if you remember correctly, you probably had seven showers after coming back, wanting to get rid of the grime, mud, blood and dried blood, the touches, the marks of shackles and handcuffs, and dirt just off your body, it did work a little but all you could do was to distract yourself. What a good distraction this certainly was.
You met Prices gaze with a happy smile on your face, a warm and comforting one. “Price.” You softly announced, catching his attention as he gulped, getting brought out of his thoughts as his hand dropped back down to his side, “…, what a surprise to see you here.” Price responded with sniffle, glancing away momentarily before reluctantly meeting your gaze once more.
His eyes roamed every part of you, almost exactly how Makarov did, just with no predatory intentions, just pure curiosity and worry. “You okay?” He eventually decided to ask, knowing he couldn’t stray away from this type of conversation for longer, or else his thoughts would start to consume him whole almost.
You only gave a warm smile back, no teeth, but it was an honest smile. “As fine as ever, Price. I need to talk to you, please.” You responded rather softly, much softer than how you used to talk before that one specific mission.
You used to talk much more bluntly, normal volume, no warmth but just a neutral tone and more Price couldn’t remember. Not like this however, not as soft like this, not as quiet as this, and especially not with a tone filled with warmth, comfort and a soft invitation that most people would unconsciously take. It was.. weird almost, sketchy.
Price gulped at your words again however, knowing what you probably wanted to talk about, but if only he knew.
Price accepted the ask to talk with him and you two went off to your office, an office, your office. When Laswell recruited you, not even she knew your rank or truly who you were, but by just entering your office? Price knew he fucked up.
You were a Colonel.
A rank that was higher than his.
A rank that held much more power than his puny Captain rank did.
A rank that was praised and respected much more than how it should be.
A rank that was adored and really hard to get, actually. Especially at your age, but nobody knew your age either.
Price almost felt his soul leave his body at seeing your office, seeing your medals lined up, seeing your ripped away patch of a rank on your desk. He just thought you were a Sergeant that didn’t like wearing their rank, they all thought the same, but you just didn’t wear it so you’d find out people’s true intentions and thoughts about you, it always worked so well, you adored the idea and constantly used it, even when not necessary.
You stopped at your desk and leaned against it, facing Price with the same warming smile on your face, acting like you weren’t just going to ruin his good and well-built reputation. Price stood in front, closing the door behind him as his gaze went everywhere before landing on you, “What did you want to see me for.., Colonel?” Price questioned, suddenly standing more straighter.
You only chuckled softly at his hard expression and stiff posture, shrugging it off with a cute smile on your face that he wished he didn’t think of it as that way, “Oh, no need to be so formal, Price. Please, you had no problem with treating me like discarded gum on the bottom of your shoe a few months ago— what’s changed?” You happily responded, not even a flicker of anger, confusion, frustration, bottled up anger, coldness or any of the sort in your expression, only warmth that was inviting.
Price raised an eyebrow at your tone and everything else, before listening properly and tensing up even more as he stood across from you, listening but also not obeying, which you didn’t seem to care. “I don’t know if you thought you were going to get out of it, but whatever you thought inside of that tiny little brain of yours was wrong!” You kept the conversation going, clearly happy to be the only one to speak if Price didn’t reply, and he wasn’t going to.
You noticed that yet didn’t seem to mind, if you were in his shoes, you’d be the same, you wouldn’t say a single thing, but you weren’t. “But, let’s go over everything, shall we?” You stated, finally showing a toothy smile as you turned around and turned a whiteboard around that was against your wall, rolling it out and in front of your desk as Price stood still like a statue as you did whatever.
For the next hour or so, you had explained and written down everything that had went on that mission that day. Before the mission, during it, and especially afterwards. You wrote down the percentages, the details, the risks, how Price treated you before the mission, how everything happened and only cutting it off whenever it got too close to whatever happened at Makarovs base.
And during it, Price only stayed silent. He listened and truly realised his mistakes, he did treat you like you were nothing, but what could he do? He didn’t know you were a fucking undercover Colonel! If he knew that, then his behaviour and tone would’ve obviously changed and he wouldn’t treat you like that, it was common sense and knowledge!
Which is exactly why you did it, why you went undercover. Nobody would think that you were a Colonel, especially with how cocky and especially brutally blunt you were towards everyone, maybe a big ego as a Sergeant— because a lot of Sergeants have big egos, but nothing like a Colonel, which is why it was unlikely to guess you were a Colonel. It made sense to Price, and especially his mistake. Don’t treat anyone with such disrespect ever, and he made a mental note of that.
“So, do you understand, Price?”
Your questioning made him snap out of his thoughts, gaze resting on you, your face having that same warmth embracing smile on your face, only a tad faltered due to how much you were talking but still evidently there. He shifted on his feet, realising that he’s been standing for far too long now, beginning to get pins and needles in his feet.
”Yeah, yeah, I do.” Price quickly responded, rubbing a hand over his face as he sighed heavily, rubbing at his scratchy beard he still had yet to tame.
At his response, your smile got brighter as you put down the whiteboard marker, leaving you two in a comfortable silence as you cleaned up and wiped away the words on the whiteboard, leaving Price to his thoughts.
Price didn’t waste a second with forgetting everything and focusing on his thoughts, he realised that there was going to be consequences to this, there had to be. He just didn’t know what they were. It was really a simple mistake, he wasn’t thinking straight, he didn’t know literally anything about you so yeah, he didn’t know that you were valuable in that mission and the other decision was supposed to be the correct one, how would he know that?
Surely though, the consequences wouldn’t be that bad, right? Price knew he had to get to Laswell, he would explain everything he just realised and that would help with his consequences, it had to help with it. But yeah, the decision making came down to you, it sucked but he could only hope that you would go easy on him.
Sure.
A few more hours have turned over ever since your little secret meeting you two had, making it officially dinner time! Sausages and mash, though, an absolute beautiful scran, a big different those small ration packs and everyone treasured their dinner for tonight.
Unfortunately so, Price had arrived only a minute late so he had to sit with some other soldiers he didn’t know, but quicker than ever, his men decided to make an appearance, which he was really glad at, he couldn’t imagine what would happen if he was left to his thoughts more tonight.
Soap sat on his left, Ghost sat next to Soap and Gaz was on his right. “You aight, Cap’?” Soap asked, already stuffing his face with warm mash as he was scoffing it down, happy to get an actual plate of food instead of dried rations, like usual. Gaz chuckled at the sight, he was slightly the same but more tamer, taking his time with it.
Price shared a side glance with Soap and nodded his head, “Yeah. Crickey, that girl gave me a headache after that talk.” Price spoke, rubbing at his head as it was clear who he was indicating at, it made the men go quiet but they continued to eat in quiet between them.
Gaz continued to slowly chew his food, swallowing before he raised his head, “Sir, what happened in that talk?” Gaz asked the big questioned, focusing his attention on Price as he continued to eat, while Price stared down at his plate like it personally offended him. “A load of nonsense, that’s what.” He scoffed.
”Apparently, she isn’t a sergeant, but a fucking Colonel that was undercover.” Now, that caught their attention. Gaz chocked on his mash, Soap spat out the drink he was drinking and Ghost just seemed more interested, his gaze suddenly on Price too.
”Wait, what?”
”You’ve got to be joking me.”
Gazs and Soaps voice came out synced, instantly ranting onto whatever as Price continued to eat his food, Ghost still quiet as he turned back to his food.
After a quick moment, Price decided to quiet the lads with a hand, making them reluctant to quiet down, especially after that plot twist of information. “She’s smart. Said, it’s only so she can figure out what people think of her without having to worry about being mean to a high rank, clever.” Price responded, his face cold and expressionless, clearly defeated in his own way.
Soap scoffed lightly, not believing it at all, dropping his fork and knife down to the plate with a clatter, “Boss, surely that’s like.. illegal, or something, right?” Soap was quick to think about a reason on why that was wrong— lying about your rank, but the true thing was that you never did lie about your rank, you simply never told anyone and they all assumed your rank was either a recruit or a Sergeant without communicating to each-other.
The realisation was instant as Soap let out a groan, Gaz held his head in his hands and Price stopped eating entirely—
“Hey, don’t mean to eavesdrop or whatever— but I’m hearing that you, sire, have a problem with … the Colonel, right?” Suddenly, a soldier across from them spoke up, talking directly to price with a smug smirk on his face, resting his chin on his knuckle as he stared at Price.
Price slowly met his gaze, making the soldiers grin falter for a split second, “What’s it to you?” Price gruffly asked, not meaning to be so rude but he wasn’t in the mood, the consequences could be severe but it depends entirely. “Woah, woah! Chill out, will ya? I’m trying to help you get out of that situation, diffuse whatever consequences you’re gonna face.” The soldier quickly said, raising his hands in false surrender as the soldier next to him snickered into his food, before shutting up at Soaps gaze.
There was no possible way this soldier could help with Price, they all knew that, even Price did, but what if that soldier did know a way to help with Price? He wasn’t going to mess up with that potential save. “And, what help are you tryna give to me?” Price asked, raising a brow at the soldier in front of him.
Price didn’t know this soldier but he surely has seen him around a couple times, apparently his name was peanut butter due to an incident with peanut butter a while back? Price didn’t know for sure, he wasn’t that focused on everybody’s call sign at that moment.
Peanut butter quickly leaned forward, shoving his plate out of the way and knocking it into the other soldiers plate beside him, “I got advice for ya. Trust me, this advice is gold and it’ll work.” He said, winking at price as he chuckled and smirked to himself, proud at what he just said and presumably proud at the advice he’s most definitely going to give Price in a moments notice.
“And we’re supposed to trust you, a guy whose callsign is called peanut butter?” Ghost spoke up next, eyeing Peanut himself as Peanuts smirk fell instantly into a rather scared expression but quick returned as he focused back on Price, giving nervous glances at Ghost as he shuffled away from him, creating space to which Ghost shook his head at and Soap chuckled at.
”Ghost‘s right. Im supposed to believe that whatever advice you have for me is good, and that it’ll work too?” Price said, agreeing with Ghost as he carefully eyed up Peanut butter, resting a forearm on the table as they stared at one another, “Yeah. Look.. the advice is.. eh, how do I describe it, sock?” Peanut butter went on, suddenly turning to the spider beside him— Sock. Sock.
Out of all callsigns he could’ve been given, it was “Sock”?And not even with an S at the end? Just.. Sock?
They all shared a glance with each other before returning to the two in front of them, “The advice is weird as shit but ask Lieutenant Kosvo and he’ll tell you the truth about it.” Sock responded, mash on his cheeks and all around his mouth as he clearly didn’t care. It was the only good meal they’ve had in a while, it was very reasonable.
While Sock did say that, he pointed on over with his fork to a Lieutenant that was standing up and putting his dish away, clearly having a talk with one of the soldiers that was doing lunch duty— a punishment for whatever. “The truth?” Gaz carefully asked after a moment, eyebrow raised. “Yeah, the truth.” Sock responded, a straight expression on his face like they all knew the truth when they didn’t.
”They don’t know the truth, mate.” Peanut butter muttered to Sock with a hand on his head, eyes closed. They both shared a glance as Sock shrugged, mumbling something under his breath that Price didn’t catch, “Huh?—“ Price was about to question before Peanut butter sighed dramatically loud, catching their attention instantly.
Sock finished up with his dish and stood up, waiting for Peanut butter, “Look— the advice is to have sex with her, alright? You’re like exactly her type, or whatever, just a bit shorter.. but it’ll be fine. You give off that.. daddy issue thingy about yourself and she has daddy issues, it’ll work. Have sex with her and the consequences will either disappear completely or be considered as a task cause it’s not really a punishment.” Peanut butter quickly explained, grabbing his plate and stuffing mash into his mouth as the two quickly walked away, leaving the others with unanswered questions.
”Did he just say what I think he said?” Soap asked, restraining a laugh as he covered his mouth with his hand, holding back a smile as he turned away from Price, Gaz himself couldn’t hold back a snicker and a smile, “Looks like you’re gonna get laid tonight, Captain.” Gaz commented with a chuckle as Soap and him laughed about his comment.
Beofre the two also realised they weee done and quickly did the same, up and left with their dish.
Now, it was Price and Ghost left at the table.
Ghost had long finished his food but he still stayed, watching Price, “What are you going to do?” Ghost eventually asked after a moment, catching Prices attention as they shared a glance for a moment, “Gaz is right, looks like I’m going to get laid.” Price responded with a sigh, catching Ghost off guard for a split second.
Price genuinely couldn’t believe this, why he was standing in front of your office, why these thoughts were swarming his head and why he was just doing this in the first place. Fuck, he didn’t even know if the two soldiers were being serious or not. Price never got a chance to talk to L.T Kosvo because he was busy and it was clear that Kosvo didn’t like them— for whatever reason, so he just avoided them entirely, pretty shit but what could you do?
Price knew what he had to do though. If the soldiers words weren’t true, it would be a little bit of a humiliation ritual and an embarrassing thing, considering you’re a Colonel too and he’s trying to bribe you with sex to lower the chance of him getting worse consequences for what he did on a mission. But, if it was true, then the consequences he was going to face would disappear, or just basically turn into a task— exactly like what that soldier said, and nothing bad will come out of it, the mission will be swept under the rug and all would be good.
It was a 50/50% chance, Pfice knew he had to take it.
Letting out a breath, Price raised his fist and knocked three times roughly, waiting in only some joggers, socks and a black shirt, no hat or anything else, he seemed bare in his view but he didn’t care.
A moment later, the door finally creaked open slightly and you appeared— well, half of you appeared. Only the top half while the rest hid behind a door, Price didn’t press on that, everyone had their reasonings. “Can I help you, Price?” You questioned slowly, glancing him up and down and wondering why he was here, especially at midnight too! This timing was really inappropriate, Price must’ve known that, and he did.
Price sighed, wondering how to put it because he really can’t just put it out there, could he? “Hey, I’m here to have sex with you so my consequences can disappear.” No! Just no. He’ll just have to sugarcoat it and hope that you get it, and you will, right? Sure you will, sure. “Price..?” You snapped him out of his thoughts with a blink as he scratched the nape of his neck nervously.
”Can I come in?” Price asked, avoiding your gaze as he suddenly found your door to be much more interesting than your face. You sighed, “It won’t take long, just need to ask ya somethin’.” Price responded quickly, almost too quickly that it made your brows furrow slightly but you gripped the door slightly tighter.
You sighed again, seeing how much desperation was in his eyes. It was honestly pathetic, but in like a cute way though. “Price..” you said his name again, looking away as you rubbed your hand over your face, “It’s midnight.” You said, reminding him of the time he must’ve forgotten. Price swallowed back his words, “Look, it’ll be quick, I swear.” He repeated, his tone being more straightforward as he stared straight at you.
”Price—“ “Please.” He cut you off. Your gazes met as you quietened down and so did he, a silence washing over the two of you as you stayed staring at one another for a moment. “All my trousers and shorts are in the wash, I’m only wearing underwear, Price, that’s why I’m not letting you in.” You suddenly admitted bluntly, deciding to get it over and on with as you stared at him tiredly. You weren’t going to bring up how you were also tired, that wouldn’t seem believable.
Prices’ eyes widen as he glanced down, before meeting your gaze. “It’s fine, what I’m about to suggest makes us takes our clothes off anyways—“ Price admitted too as he took off his shirt and threw it hands of your room, standing a bit awkward now since he was still in the hallway. Thank the Lord that you didn’t share this hallway with anyone apart from another Colonel that was on leave, and along with no cameras too, that saved him.
Your eyes widen at his words and at seeing his body. He was muscular, hair from his navel and leading downwards into a happy trail, hair was also scattered around his torso in general and on his chest, his nipples perked at the sudden cold but you were merely focused on his weight really. He clearly subtly had and that is covered in a layer of fat, still in good shape however. You gulped at seeing his body, now getting why he was here in the first place— his consequences and.. other reason why he was here to get rid of them.
”Sure.” You half mindly accepted and reached toward and grabbed his wrist, feeling his burning touch as you yanked him in and slammed the door behind him, pulling him down as you immediately kissed him, leaving no room to say or do anything apart from just making out, and Price was more than happy to make out.
He lowered his head and quickly returned the kiss, closing his eyes as he wrapped his thick arms around your torso, noticing just how small and skinny you were beneath his touch, even with a shirt on. He kissed you gently at first and you did the same, before his tongue gently touched at your bottom lip and your lips instantly parted and his tongue was quick to react, quickly invading your mouth as it touched everywhere inside of your mouth.
Letting out a groan, Price backed you up to your bed as you let him do that, hands on his chest as you felt his chest hairs tickle at your palms. You felt the end of the bed touch at the backs of your knees, making you stop as Price continued to kiss you with tongue, and you did too. Your tongues danced with each-other, rubbing on one another and exploring one another’s mouth like there was no tomorrow.
Eventually, Price parted from the kiss with a line of spit connecting you too. You breathed heavily as you looked up at him, cheeks flushed as he looked nearly fine apart from his loud breathing. You got the hint yet also didn’t as you backed up and onto the bed, crawling back without looking away as you leaned into the pillows, waiting as he was quick to move after you were comfortable.
He crawled on top of you and caged you in, quick to kiss you before his lips trailed downwards, leaving your lips. His lips kissed at your chin, jaw and at your neck, you whimpered at the sensation on your neck, a hand flying up to the back of his head as you glanced around, leaning over slightly to turn off the lamp, embracing you two in darkness as Price didn’t say anything, just continuing his assaults on your neck as he kissed all over, leaving no place on your neck that wasn’t kissed by his lips.
You leaned your head back and gave him more room to kiss everywhere, eyes half lidded as you stared at the ceiling, thighs unconsciously rubbing against each other as Price laid on top of you, forcing your thighs to open as he pressed downwards, hips touching as you felt a very prominent bulge against your clothed core. Moaning at the sudden press, Price let out a quick growl as he grounded down and onto your core, making sure you felt it and you sure did.
Your panties stuck uncomfortably to your pussy, already forming a wet spot that was probably noticeable. As Price continued to kiss at your neck, even included some licking in there from time to time, before he began to suck onto your skin and it wasn’t gentle at all. You squirmed underneath his grip, thrashing around from the amount pleasure he was giving you as he left purple like bruises all over your neck, collarbone and eventually started at your chest.
Price left no place unmarked as he kissed at your chest through the shirt you wore. Groaning at the cloth, he sat up and quickly took your shirt off, throwing it to the side as he laid back down on top of you and re-continued his assault and grinding. You laid there like the pillow princess you were, letting Price take over and take control. Who knew a guy this old could have such good lips and technique with his hips??
He licked and sucked at your nipples through the bra, catching your attention as you let out a squeak. It was almost like his bulge grew in size at the sudden noise you let out, his grinding getting faster against your core as you whined loudly, eyes heavy and hazy from the pleasure. “Fuck, need you so bad—“ Price grunted out as he sat back on his heels and yanked your panties away from your hips, almost ripping them in the process as you yelped, watching him yank them off and throw them to the side along with your shirt.
Price unbuttoned his trousers and pulled down his zipper, letting out a groan as he took away his trousers and boxers included. As he did whatever, you focused on his cock itself. It stood hard at a good six and a half inches, but it was equally thick and that made up for it. The fur at the base of his cock was tussled and clearly trimmed, he was cut and the tip was an angry shade of pink, pre cum already oozing out as you saw his hand come down and give himself a few tugs, using his own spit to lubricate himself up.
Snapping out of your thoughts, you looked back up and saw his gaze intensely at your core, your hole fluttered around nothing, wanting to be filled at just the sight of his cock. Price leaned over you as he caged you in again, one hand beside your head as he sued the other to guide his cock, thinking he was going to put his dick inside of you, but oh you were wrong.
Price rubbed the tip at your clit and went downwards, snagging at your hole but he continued that movements for a few moments, keeping it light and slow, making your hips move and buck, wanting more. “Greedy, aye?” He asked aloud, chuckling as he rested properly with his hips pressed against yours. His cock was snug against your folds, tip just above your clit as he slowly began to move, his cock slid inbetween your folds, giving you pleasure you never thought was possible.
His hips snapped against yours, cock getting wet by the amount of slick you were producing as he continued to rub his cock in between your folds, tip catching against your clit every single time and only adding sparks to that same pleasure. You whined aloud, “Price..” hands coming up to rest at his shoulders as your nails dug into them as his tip caught against your clit again, letting out a strangled yet loud groan.
“I’m here, love, I’m here.” Price quickly replied as he sped up his movements, hearing the slick sounds of his dick rubbing up against your pussy. Heat began to pool quickly in your lower tummy, getting closer and closer by the time going on as he sped up before it went away like the flick of a light turning off, your eyes were clenched shut but you opened them after a moment, looking down and seeing Price hovering over you, aiming his cock to finally enter you.
You were glad that he was only pausing to finally put his cock inside of you, you didn’t know what you would’ve done if he suddenly stopped and upped and left. And without a moments notice, Price pushed his cock inside of your hole, feeling it flutter instantly around him as he let out a groan, grasping the pillow besides your head with such a strong grip it was going to rip.
You let out a whine as you felt full, your hole stretching around his cock. The thickness of his dick was making you feel almost everything as his dick prodded around your insides. He felt how warm your gummy walls were around him, it was so warm, tight and soft, Price was going to ruin your pretty pussy.
Without a moments notice, he brought his hips back and snapped them back inside of you, hitting deeper than you would’ve imagine as his cock ran against your walls, making you feel every ridge and prominent vein on his dick that nudged up against your gummy walls, breath hitching at the sensation. Price did it again, and again.
His tip always brushed up against your cervix, hitting so deep that you thought he would be able to do, and even he thought he wouldn’t hit that deep. Prices gaze went downwards and saw him disappear and re-appear every time he drawled his hips out and pushed them back in, seeing how your hole was fluttering helplessly against his thick cock and how red it was, chuckling at the sight before him.
He leaned above you and used his other hand to come down, his thumb gently brushing over your clot as it sent a spark of pleasure up your spine, making you arch your back and eyes close immediately. Price began to move at a better space now, still steady but slightly faster than more. The sounds of skin against skin was the only noise in the room apart from your shared breathing, noises and the sound of slick every time he entered.
His thumb brushed and drew tiny yet light circles over your clit, his tip nudged against your cervix as his cock also nudged against your G-spot. You couldn’t handle such pleasure.
Letting out a helpless whine, you urged him to go faster and he couldn’t help but oblige. His thrusts began to get deeper, faster and more controlled, making you moan every time he thrusted in as his thumb didn’t halt its movements, rather pressing down a bit move as so did the touch, instead of lighter it was more prominent as he drew circles around your clit, flicking it as he focused on your pleasure instead of his.
After a few moments of that, you felt the same heat as you did before. A coil in your lower tummy began to form, you knew what it was as you squirmed restlessly beneath him, wanting more as he so gracefully gave it. As he thrusted deeper and hit your cervix every single time, you felt that coil snap as you whined loudly, hips bucking up into him as he groaned aloud, his own hips speeding up slamming into yours as he chased his own pleasure.
The pleasure was absolutely gold. But it quickly turned into overstimulation as he chased his own orgasm, whining helplessly as your cum coated his dick, making everything more slicker for him unintentionally as he brought his hips forward and hit deeper than you could imagine, holding that pose. A split second later, you felt warmth inside of you, his cum. His cum spewed out of his dick and into your warm uterus, bound to get you pregnant.
His hips stuttered gently, grinding down into you as his hand moved away, reaching up to grasp the pillow, the base of his cock rubbing against your clit lightly, unintentionally. Price shot out a few more spurts of cum deep inside of you, milking himself and drawling out both of yours orgasms as the pleasure began to fade, indicating that he was done.
The both of you breathed heavily as he collapsed on top of you, rolling over as you were now on top of him, laid on top like a ragdoll, eyes hazy as your face was pressed in the crook of his neck, his strong and masculine scent filling your nostrils comfortingly.
”That.. that was fuckin’ brilliant, love.” Price praised, a hand coming up as he began to stroke the back of your head, fingers threading through your soft strands of hair, fingernails gently scratching at your scalp, adding more nicely done relaxation after that. You couldn’t help but let out a relaxed whine, cuddling closer to Price as you closed your eyes.
Both of your breathing began to slow down and go back to normal after a quick moment, along with your heartbeats. And during that time, Price held you close, turning off the lamp to plunge you both into darkness as the two of you eventually drifted off to sleep again. Price was never going to forget this night. Definitely.
.
This morning, Price had awoken to an empty bed, no letter or any of the sort on the bedside table, just everything in its place apart from you. He did shrug it off because you were a Colonel and you must had stuff to do, plus nobody could really lay in even for just a few extra minutes, even though everyone wishes they could stay in bed for hours on end.
But now, Price was in the common room eating his breakfast. There was only a few soldiers, him, Soap and nobody else, he didn’t mind the lack of people— or rather, the lack of you. Sure, he had fun that night and he did want to see you again, but you clearly had stuff to do and Price was alright with that, of course he would be. Plus, even he had stuff to do since they were all staying on base for a few days, they had to chip in with everything else.
Gaz and Ghost were already there before them and they had eaten their breakfast rather quickly, hence why they were the only two there apart from a couple of other soldiers. But having Soaps company was nice, even if he could be a little bit too much, it was fine and Price was used to it by now.
Price had walked on over to the coffee machine, not before placing his dish in the sink with the others— somebody was on washing dishes duty and it was not him, thankfully. As he stood there, he grabbed a mug and filled it with some coffee, drinking it as he let out a satisfied hum.
It really has been a long time since Price had gotten laid, let alone to such a beauty like you. You were everything he could’ve dreamed of! The noises you made were beautiful, you were nice and sweet, always had a smile on your face, specialised in a lot of stuff so you were independent, and you just were beautiful and had a great personality. But, where was this relationship going to go?
That thought took him off guard, placing the mug down. He was a Captain and you were a Colonel, it wouldn’t be all that bad but it sure would be suspicious almost, a Captain and a Colonel together? Bit weird. But then again, every relationship in the military was weird because it’s a rule that you cannot get with another soldier, let alone if they’re a superior, even worse if they’re your superior, and you’re just a recruit.
But, you both were not recruits. Rather a higher rank, so really, it wasn’t all that bad. One problem though, you both were in different bases, but that could work too! Price could make it work, you could make it work with how much power you both had. It would be fine, sure.
If only you wanted this relationship.
Price unconsciously finished the coffee, walking back on over to the sink as he placed it there, walking out of the common room to bump into Gaz and Ghost. Apparently, they were both looking for him so that was good.
Eventually, the whole squad had met up again and they were all currently in the cafeteria. Soap left something and needed to grab it, along with Gaz wanting some toast, wasting more precious time they could be having, but it was alright.
”So, how was last night, Cap?” Gaz eventually asked the big question, eyeing Price up as he bit into his toast, a smug grin on his face as Soap appeared behind him, an even more bigger and smugger smile on his face, “Yea, did ya two have sex or wha’?” Soap asked, chuckling to himself as he went back to searching for whatever he had lost.
Price sighed, knowing these questions were bound to come from his men, and just in general. “It was fine, thanks for asking.” He responded, replying sarcastically as he glanced away and at Ghost. Ghost. Price liked Ghost, he was quiet, good at his job, loyal and didn’t ask too many questions— the total opposite of the two, Ghost didn’t press about anything or asked unless that person said something about it, but even so, he wouldn’t ask any questions.
Price liked Ghost for that reason, Ghost was maybe interested in hearing if Price did get laid last night, maybe, but would he ask? No, it was a personal thing, and especially an inappropriate thing to ask to your Captain too, he wouldn’t dare even if they weren’t on base.
Price quickly got snapped out of his thoughts at a sudden two on his arm, looking forward he saw you. You were standing there with a soft smile on your face, holding a paper in your hand as you looked up at Price a foot or so away. “Hey, love.” Price quickly said, standing up straighter as a smirk came across his own face, ignoring Gazs snickering and how Soap came back over.
”Hi, Price.” You replied, looking at the other three for a moment before resting your gaze on Price himself. “I finally got your consequences back, if you’re interested?” You questioned, happy if he did decline or accept anyways. Prices smirk faltered but he quickly remembered last night, you were most likely going to lower the consequences so they weren’t as bad as your original thought, right? Well, that’s what Peanut butter and Sock said.
Price still didn’t know if he should believe them or not.
Price cleared his throat and the smirk came back up, turning into a soft smile too, “Yeah, I am, thanks, doll.” He accepted, nodding his head as you passed the paper to him, letting him read it. Gaz and Soap were quick to come on over, trying to read it but Price pushed them back with a snicker and a wave of his hand, which they groaned disapprovingly but let Price wave them away, only standing a few feet away with Ghost, “I tried to lower the consequences so there wouldn’t be alot, it worked, you see.” You said as you watched the sight unfold before you, taking a step back to create distance.
Prices smirk fell as he read the paper. That caught the others attention, Gazs grin faltered almost instantly and snapped his head to Soap, which Soap did the same as Ghost stood there, a slight raise in his eyebrow.
”You’re making me resign?”
Price asked aloud, disbelief, confusion, anger and annoyance in his tone. His gaze snapped up to meet yours as that smile on your face went presumably bigger at his reaction, almost giggling at his reaction, “Yep! I am!” You quickly said, confirming it with such happiness in your tone, it caught them all off guard as they all shared a look.
”Why’s the Cap’ getting resigned? That ain’t fair.” Soap quickly spoke up, taking a step forward as you happily met his gaze, noticing the confusion and shock in his gaze as your eyes trailed the others, the same reaction were in all of their gazes. Shock and confusion. This was exactly like what you thought it would turn out.
”He performed poorly on a mission. Originally, I was only going to make you re-do your Captain rank— just to see if you were capable of being a Captain after that mission! Since.. you know, you chose the wrong choice even after hearing the chance and percentage about it, even when knowing that it was a bad choice.” You quickly explained, gaze looking back at Price, along with your smile faltering as you explained why exactly you were planning on making him re-do the test for being a Captain, nervously scratching the nape of your neck as you glanced away only momentarily.
Their gazes narrowed and brows furrowed, sharing a glance once again. “But! But then, you decided to bribe me, with sex, to get rid of the consequences. And surely, as a Captain, Price, you know that’s illegal, right? Bribing a Colonel with sex..?” You slowly said, acting like Price was dumb and how he didn’t know that, but he did know the at, he did know it was illegal yet he still decided to do it. Price went quiet at your voice and explanation, looking back down at the paper that said; “forced to resign” on the paper for his consequence.
Price quickly raised a hand and put it through his hair, letting out a breath, “Now, I don’t know where on earth you got that information where I’d lower your consequences if you slept with me! But, whoever told you that was wrong. I’m a Colonel because I do my job correctly, I don’t sleep with people to get rid of the consequences for my actions… unlike you.” You started again, smile gone as you stared back at Price, hands behind your back as you made Price listen.
But your smile quickly returned after you finished and let Price soak the information in, that same warm smile embraced on your face. “I also talked to Laswell and she confirmed it, you aren’t getting your rank back.” You happily said with a big smile, taking another step back, “I hope you enjoy the consequence, Priceee!!” You happily said, saying his name in a drawling out way, letting out a giggle as you turned away and walked out of the cafeteria, as happy as ever.
They all stood silent, like the life had forcefully been taken away from them, or was an uncomfortable and tense silence. “Peanut and Sock did it.” Soap realised, announcing it for them to realise too as Gaz held his face in his hands, Ghost looked away and a price let out a pissed off sigh, “Course they fucking did.”