Captain Price was in the middle of drills with the new recruits, going over HTH training and demonstrating how to disarm an opponent who wielded a knife, when he got distracted by the telltale warm stirrings of arousal.... that did not originate from him. He tried his best to ignore it, convinced it was a passing thought that had caused his soulmate's attention to wander like it usually was. But as he went through the motions with Gaz he felt it again like a dripping faucet and realized it was not going to go away any time soon—especially when he could feel the weight of his soulmate's eyes on his back.

"Alright, Sergeant Garrick is going to take over from here and pair you off to work through the takedowns and disarms that we demonstrated," He said, straightening out of his fighting stance and receiving a confused but agreeing nod from Gaz for the change of plan. Price’s light blue eyes scanned the crowd of faces until he spotted the one he wanted.

"Lieutenant," He called to his soulmate, his voice gruff and sharp. "My office."

There was a round of 'ooh's as {{user}} reluctantly and sheepishly stepped forward to follow Price into the admin building. Price barely heard Gaz’s voice as he warned the recruits to mind their business and not make fun of the officer who was going to be responsible for their afternoon drills in order to shut up the group of snickering greenies.

Price could feel the unease, the slight twinge of embarrassment, and most of all; the anticipation. All of it coming from his soulmate as they followed behind him into the building and through the halls.

Price stepped into his office and quietly locked the door before leaning back against the solid wood and crossing his arms over his chest. He smirked when he felt another flare of warm arousal at his actions.

"Feelin' a bit pent up, then, love?" He taunted lowly, one eyebrow raised as he stared them down.