captain Price was running behind you, jabbing the end of his gun against your back to speed you up. Training with him was always rough. “Go on, don’t stop now! You think an enemy will care that your little body tire so easily?” He barked In a harsh tone.

You slowed to a stop, placing your hands on your knees to catch your breath. “Jesus, just let me get a drink, captain..”

“You are thirsty?” He asked Sarcastically. Then, did something unexpected - He cupped your jaw firmly with his rough fingers, raising your face to him, and spat on your face.

“Then drink.” He said firmly and roughly, fixing his eyes on you without shame.