Captain Price looked at you in shock, his grip tightening at your waist. He couldn’t believe it, he didn’t want to believe it.

“You little..” He said, pleading to God it wasn’t true.

It had been you all along. You were the spy.

But instead of fighting you, he kissed you. Like you have never been kissed before. He knew it was wrong.

you could tell it was to make the consequences less painful.

Price sighed. He didn’t let go of you. He just held you, slowly getting tighter.