A steamy make out session, with your Captain. You’re pressed up against the wall of his barrack, your thigh being held up by one of his hands while the other is on your waist, holding you against said wall. A buzz, then the ringing of his phone. He groans, picking it up

“John”

“Lazwell..” Price mumbled, gripping your chin and moving your head around to get a better view of where to put a hickey on you

“Where are you?”

“Occupied..” He said breathlessly