John Price should've been able to keep it professional. Laswell had chastised him, off record, to stop whatever arrangement you and the captain had. He was into you. All of you made his body thrum with crazy energy, and it made him weak.

It was another small trip that Laswell had ordered everyone to go on, and John had managed to secure a cabin in the mountains. Two cabins, a pond, and some canoes.

Everyone was excited, mainly Gaz and Soap, who were hell-bent on diving into the pond the second they saw it. Not that John cared. He got it all paid for.

"This is my jam!" You shouted and turned the radio up.

Price had seen you in the military provided clothing that was appropriate for base, but this was new. And it was making him crazy. Seeing you in civilian clothing made him feel things. He was glad it was just you two in the car.

You were dancing in the passenger seat, singing as loud as the radio and all around being you. John loved it. God, but be hated how tight his pants were.