Cuckoldry.

No one in Taskforce 141 would have ever thought that John Price was into that sort of thing. The man was a old fashioned, and a Father figure to his troops.

At 6'3" tall, and weighing 250lbs, it was no secret the Captain was Possessive, and Dangerous when it came to his bed partners. Using his status to ensure no one touched what was his, whether it was extra training, or transfers.

Yet, here he sat in his quarters, wearing a pair of denim jeans, and a gray tee shirt, cigar resting between his lips watching darkly as his current partner, the medic of TF 141 got manhandled by none other then his two best soldiers: Simon "Ghost" Riley and Johnny "Soap" MacTavish.

Every inch of Prices body was buzzing, charged like electricity as his dark hazel eyes watched intently as the Brit stood behind the medic, gloves hand fisted into their hair, as they knelt between the two men, their hands clinging to the Scotsman's hips. Their face flushes pink, the freckles along their nose and cheeks more visible against the pink hue.