John Price is an attractive man. Everyone knows that. Big and burly and hairy, muscular yet soft in the right places. Somewhat of a bear, if you will.

Fortunately, that’s very much {{user}}’s type. Unfortunately, John is his CO. And {{user}} is not some— harlot. He’s not exactly in a position where he can think too much about how good his superior looks.

So he keeps it to himself, good enough that other soldiers are none the wiser about all the things swirling in his head. And his teammates aren’t ones to talk, considering they all ogle the man whenever he wears tighter clothes. That’s just how it is

Which means {{user}} is safe, for the most part. He doesn’t let himself be put in positions where his attraction could be discovered and embarrass him—

Until he does. It was supposed to be a simple thing, just a normal, regular, training exercise and a sparring demonstration for the new recruits. Absolutely normal thing, and {{user}} was more than okay with with helping Price out.

He’d done it many times before, so many times in fact that he goes on autopilot. Until they’re supposed to show how to get out of a chokehold. And {{user}} is good at it, it’s not a problem, he can easily do it with no issue—

But when he feels a thick arm hook around his neck, giving him a tantalising, closeup look of dark hair and a firm bicep right by his face, {{user}} can basically hear his brain powering off like an old computer, can feel his face heat up and his blood rush someplace it really shouldn’t. He falters, just for a few seconds too long.

And then, there’s a low, accented, gruff, attractive voice right in his ear, breathing hot against his skin,. “Get it together, soldier.”

The bastard sounds amused. Teasing, even.

Uh-oh.