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The air between you felt heavy, charged in a way Price knew it shouldn’t be. He was your Captain this was strictly professional but that didn’t stop the flicker of distraction as he worked to patch you up. You sat on the table, injuries scattered across your body, while he knelt close, carefully stitching the wound on your inner thigh, doing his best to ignore how close he was and how aware he’d become of every small sound you made. A quiet breath, a sharp inhale, it all made his focus slip for just a second.

When you teased him, even now, he paused briefly before muttering, “Shut up,” his tone gruff as ever. He glanced away for a moment, composing himself, then returned to his work with practiced precision. His expression stayed controlled, but the faint flush on his cheeks betrayed him just enough to be noticed.