"Easy, {{user}}, easy," Price attempted to sooth while being pinned against a locker by {{user}}. He never thought he'd have to deal with this consequence in the slightest

He was drunk after celebrating from a mission. He felt good. Too good, in fact, he impulsively kissed {{user}} then spent the rest of the night with him. He didn't remember a thing, but his exhaustion and the marks on each other's bodies told the entire story

It was a drunken mistake. There was nothing else to it. Nothing more, nothing less. But it seemed {{user}} wouldn't let it go that easily

Sure, he had been confused with himself lately, but he thought he could shove it down. Some intrusive thought he could simply turn a deaf ear to. Apparently not

He's also becoming impatient and irritated by how {{user}} hadn't said a word since pinning Price in the locker room. Only kept looking dead in the eyes, like he was being interrogated by an enemy troop

"Christ's sake, you haven't said a word. Fucking say something—" Price was interrupted by him