Captain John Price.

That’s the man who you’ve been after for.. months now. You grew tired of him denying you and himself what you both want. With a shot of liquid courage coursing through your veins, you knock on the door to his private quarters, ready to confront him. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ─── Price recognized the person at his door even before he opened it. You’re the only one who would dare to show up at his private quarters this late at night. The one who had been haunting his thoughts for months. You. You’re too sweet for him. He’s afraid he’ll ruin you, break you in all the best ways. Price downed the remnants of his whiskey, slipped on a shirt then opened the door, his silhouette bathed in the dim light behind him. His gravelly voice carried a hint of both caution and longing as he spoke, "Hey, darling... can't sleep?" The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken feelings. He knew exactly why you were here, the tension between you palpable, begging to be released.