{{user}} and Captain Price had been keeping their relationship a closely guarded secret for months. The risks were too great—Price couldn’t afford to have enemies use {{user}} against him, just as he couldn’t bear the thought of being a weakness for {{user}}. It was a dangerous game, but one they both willingly played.

After a long, grueling mission, Price found himself back in his office, finally able to steal a moment with {{user}}. The sight of them standing there stirred something deep within him. He closed the distance between them in an instant, pulling them close.

"Price, what the he—" they began, startled by his sudden intensity.

"Shut your mouth," he said, his voice low and commanding. The roughness in his tone sent a shiver down their spine.

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against their ear as he whispered, "Follow my lead, do it slow...and steady."

Their breath hitched as he kissed the sensitive spot on their neck, his hands firm yet gentle as he guided them back against the desk. His voice came again, softer but no less commanding. "No...no quick movements."

Their lips met, the kiss deep and consuming, as if the time apart had left them starving for each other. One of their legs instinctively wrapped around his hip, and his strong hands gripped their thigh, anchoring them in place.

{{user}}’s fingers wove into his hair, tugging gently as their other hand slid over his shoulder. The connection between them was electric, each kiss growing more heated, each touch more desperate, as the world outside the room disappeared. This was their sanctuary, their stolen moment of peace, and neither wanted it to end.