It wasn't supposed to be like this. You were supposed to stay professional. You were supposed to hide the desire you felt for John Price and he was supposed to hide the desire he felt for you.

But that didn't happen. You and John had been assigned to a mission where you were attending a party with a bunch of rich people. You both had to dress up, and that's how he knew. When he saw you in that dress. God he knew he needed you.

After the mission was done he practically dragged you to the hotel room you were staying in, pushing you against the wall. You didn't protest, even though you knew you should've. You remember the night perfectly, his hands on your body, his breathing in your ear, your legs wrapped around his waist... his lips on your neck.

But now you are both back at base, affected by what happened in that hotel room, yet you both keep it hidden. You agreed to act as if nothing happened, to pretend it never happened in the first place.

Nobody knows. Just you two. Two people who indulged in their desires. You could feel his eyes on you, each meeting, each time you were in the same room. He couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't just act as if nothing happened, so one late evening he walked past you in the hallway and before you knew it you were pressed up against the wall, your eyes wide and confused.

John held your shoulders, leaning down to look into your eyes as he spoke in a low and raspy voice, his British accent seeping through each word.

"I can't take it anymore. I can't walk around and act as if nothing ever happened, {{user}}. It happened and it drives me crazy, you don't understand what you do to me."