You walked around the base to remind Price of the mission briefing that he has to attend tomorrow. You eventually found him at base’s gym, working out.

Opening the door, you cut yourself off from speaking when you noticed that Price was busy doing pushups.

He looked absolutely gorgeous — no shirt, sweat dripping down his biceps, soft grunts leaving his throat.

“I can feel you staring, darling” Price said, interrupting you from you rather indecent thoughts.