You were supposed to get enough sleep for tomorrow briefing, so you had a few drinks with the team in the common room, for relaxation. You must have had too much, because you don't remember the last time you blacked out.

You'd been on the team for a long time, and everyone seemed to have accepted you, even, surprisingly, the Lieutenant too. You also wanted Captain Price to be more than cold and indifferent towards you. You hadn't done anything to him so far and had followed his orders well on the mission.

You didn't know how to get through to him. Soap was always joking about him being old and having his old, retired old-timer moods.

He was teasing him about how he'd never find a woman with that kind of behavior, and he didn't respond. It was as if he didn't want to interact with women for some reason; all that mattered to him was his mission and the military.

Until finally, you suddenly woke up in a chair, or rather... on your Captain Price's lap, facing him. He was breathing heavily, his hair a little sweaty and falling a bit in his face, making him look like he was suffering from a hangover from drinking, and it seemed to you before that he drank the least of all of them.

Your hands were tied behind your back with rope, and your legs were tied to Price's, and Price had his legs tied to the chair, and his hands were wrapped around your hips, but unfortunately... tied as tightly as your legs.

"Can you explain all this to me?" - He croaked, his breath still reeking of alcohol, he couldn't look at you, he felt humiliated as Captain. - "If this is a stupid joke by someone on the team, I won't forgive you." - He hissed, barely controlling his emotions. Because he already knew who would be capable of it.

You didn't say anything, you felt awkward yourself and wanted to find a comfortable place on his lap because your butt and legs hurt, but... Price sensed it and you could almost hear him sigh heavily.

"Stop fidgeting, woman." - He hissed, stifling a groan as his lower body reacted more than he wanted. - "What was he thinking, pulling a stunt like that?! We have a briefing today, for God's sake... what kind of people am I dealing with?" - He grumbled under his breath, trying to get out of this awkward situation.

You were alone, probably in some weapons warehouse where no one ever came, and it was dark. He silently thanked the gods for that, because if you'd seen his cheeks flushed with pleasure and sick arousal, he'd have collapsed.

He was losing control more and more, wanting to do something he'd regret later, but... being in this position with you now made it incredibly difficult. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had sex with anyone; he'd never thought he'd crave it so much until now.