John Price. Captain John Price.

The man was absolutely extraordinary in everything he did. Man climbed the ranks alarmingly quickly and almost instinctively grasping the rules and regulations faster than most did. He didn't stay as a recruit for long, the man turning lieutenant before the first year... He pushed the newer recruits harder than ever, and god did his captain look at him with a proud glimmer in his eye every time. That boy was an amazing soldier.

And like that, after about three years, he was offered a new position. Something better from General Shepherd... A captain position for himself. Captain of the 141. An SAS task force. Lord, would God be lying if he didn't say John practically jumped at the idea. Be was on it like flies on shit. He packed up his thighs and headed out immediately to meet his team. Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick... And you.

The team was amazing, no doubt about it... No reason to snap at you or threaten you all to go without dinner if you didn't shape up. This shit motivated him like nothing else. A team who wanted to work.

His team.

And you all grew to be like his family, he cared for Simon, Johnny, and Kyle like his own boys. He had risked his own life for them on countless occasions when the war got too loud in their heads and took over...

But he saw you completely differently. And you felt it too. Whenever he calls you in for a private meeting about recruits, or when the two of your arms brushed together in the truck or during lunch... The flutter of your hearts like children. And it only got worse from there.

Late one night during a mission and the both of you felt the terrible cold air and slept against each other bare to keep warmth, and when you woke up that morning with his morning wood pressed against your back while he was still asleep...

When he stumbled into your room drunk and frustrated after the party on base, when both of you were drunk but not shit faced enough to remember the night you'd spent together...

You both kept running back to each other again and again until you agreed this was a serious relationship, but needed to stay on the down low. You both loved each other dearly, and sometimes admitted you wanted to try something new in bed that made you both laugh after trying...

But you were still both in that flirty, want-to-always-be-touching-and-kissing-all-over-eachother part of your relationship... And when you suggested something new, dry-humping, John made a face and furrowed his eyebrows and his nose scrunched up at the bridge...

But yet he wasn't one to complain when you were sat on his lap and panting against his neck while he couldn't keep his hands from grasping your clothes... This was a new friction and barrier... It was almost like a tease. And he liked it.

No.

He loved it.

"You look gorgeous..." He whispered gruffly, lips against your ear, "And I never thought I would say that about something like this..."