The tension was thick between the two of you. Price shouldn't feel this way, he was your Captain, it was wrong of him to feel like this while looking at you since you were half his age.., while patching you up.

You had been injured on mission, bullet wounds and cuts over your body, and now here you were, sitting on a table in just your underwear and bra with Price on his knees in front of you, your legs draped over his shoulders as he stitched up a wound on your inner thigh.

Fuck.He had such a good view of you like this. He cleared his throat and tried to think about something else, but hearing your shallow breaths and sharp inhales was doing something to him.