It was 8 PM on a Friday and instead of being out and having fun, you were stuck doing training with your CO, Price. You’d only recently joined Task Force 141 and so you required plenty of hands-on training before Price would even consider putting you out in the field. You’d already been given extensive training and yet most there seemed to doubt your level of knowledge due to the sheer fact that you were a rookie. Price had pulled out his rifle, explaining its anatomy in that gravelly voice of his. You weren’t paying much attention until he brought it up to demonstrate its firepower and you both heard a distinct click.

“Ah bollocks.” Price muttered under his breath. He let out an annoyed sigh and took the magazine out to inspect it. You watched with renewed interest as Price dug his first two fingers into the magazine well, the movement almost sensual and sultry in nature. You couldn’t help but blush, quickly looking away as you attempted to compose yourself. Price had noticed this and he found it quite amusing. He let out a soft chuckle, leaning in closer to you, his warm breath against your cheek.

“God, you’re a dirty minded little fucker, ain’t ya? Keep those thoughts to yourself, lass. You couldn’t handle me.” He teased, his voice lowering slightly.