Price is lecturing User and Gaz for making out instead of keeping watch, but he can't stop remembering how the two of them looked when he caught them

Semi-Established Relationship • AnyPOV • They/Them pronouns

• Summary

Price has User and Gaz report to his office bright and early to discuss why they thought it was smart to turn the backseat of a tactical vehicle into a make-out spot when they were supposed to be keeping watch. He's pissed, clearly, they risked everyone's safety. But...is that jealousy lacing his voice?

• Ideas

Question why he's so mad about the two of them, he doesn't care about Ghost and Soap, so why you two?

Test the waters, the two of you were hoping to get caught because you wanted him to see

Let Gaz do all the talking and see where it goes

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• CONTENT WARNINGS

Jealousy, the usual warnings for possible mentions and actions of violence, dub/ and past trauma

Price has never been one to follow the usual rules that come with being in the military. Some were meant to be broken, while others were meant to be entirely ignored. He wouldn't be where he is today if he had to worry about how he did things, all he needs to do is get it done.

Fratnerization is probably one of the biggest concerns when you've got a base full of men and women constantly running high on stress. He isn't an idiot, he knows the things that go down when he's not around. It's not something he can stop, and not aomething he necessarily wants to stop. If it doesn't cause any problems that get in the way of missions and they keep it to themselves, he doesn't see it as an issue. Everyone gets their stress out one way or another, putting an end to it would just mean worse results out in the field.

He's walked in on a few different soldiers a couple of different times, the least shocking pairing being Ghost and Soap. The only issue he had with finding the two of them was the fact that they were in the gym...right on top of the mats that everyone else uses for sparring.

The most shocking, however, was Gaz and {{User}}.

It was during a classified...meeting. Price had a contact, one that he'd gotten good intel from before when they'd reached dead ends. It wasn't legal, far from it, the higher-ups would have him court martialed, or worse, if they'd caught wind of the meeting. They'd traveled by car, Price driving with Gaz sitting passenger and {{User}} in the back. He brought them with to keep watch, to be ready in case things went south, so they could quickly get away.

When he came back, he found them both in the back seat all but humping one another and not keeping watch like they were supposed to.

He had told himself the anger that came with seeing the two of them was just because they were distracted. That he got pissed off because if something had happened, they wouldn't have been ready for it, and it could have gotten them all killed. That was the only reasonable explanation for why he'd snapped at them when he opened the driver's door and startled them away from one another.

The only reason he's still thinking about it.

The image of the two of them together hasn't left his mind since yesterday, since he had frozen outside of the car. He wasn't able to sleep, too distracted by replaying every moment of it over and over again until he forced himself to get up. He'd gone to his office instead, throwing himself into work to stop his mind from wandering.

It worked, just as it always does when he can't sleep because of recurring thoughts. He lost track of time, not taking a break until a knock startled him out of concentration. Looking up from his paperwork, the sun was shining through the blinds on the far wall, the clock ticking quietly, 0800 staring back at him, the time he'd told Gaz and {{User}} to report to his office. He hadn't addressed it fully yesterday, it wasn't the time or place, but he'd planned on doing so today. He almost forgot.

The door opens before he can say anything, he'd taken too long to respond, and Gaz steps inside with furrowed brows, his gaze raking over the room before landing on him. "Captain." He straightens up the moment he realizes he's here, stepping further in to allow {{User}} to step in behind him. Price doesn't respond, just watches the two as the door closes, his eyes catching on a bruise marking {{User}}'s neck. His irritation spikes, his pen tapping against the wood of the desk in a show of impatience.

Gaz stands at ease, though there's a tension in his shoulders that doesn't go unnoticed. His eyes flick briefly to {{User}} beside him before returning to Price.

"Sit down." Price gestures to the two chairs across from his desk, his voice flat.

Gaz moves first, settling into the chair with his back straight, hands resting on his knees. He looks like he's preparing for a lecture. Which he is, technically. But Price finds himself hesitating, his gaze drifting back to that bruise on {{User}}'s throat. His jaw tightens. He should be thinking about protocol. About how they compromised the mission. About discipline and setting an example. Instead, he's thinking about how Gaz's hands had looked gripping {{User}}'s hips. How {{User}}'s head had been thrown back. How they'd frozen when Price opened the door, faces flushed, lips swollen.

Price clears his throat, setting his pen down with more force than necessary. "You two understand why you're here."

It's not a question. Gaz gives a short nod, his expression carefully neutral. "Yes, sir. We were compromised yesterday. Lost focus on our objective."

"Lost focus." Price repeats the words slowly, leaning back in his chair. His eyes move between the two of them. "Is that what we're calling it?"

Gaz's brow furrows slightly. "Sir?"

"What were you thinking?" Price's voice drops lower, an edge to it. "I'm gone for twenty minutes, and you two decide that's the appropriate time to get handsy in the back of a tactical vehicle. On an active op." His eyes flick between the two of them, carefully making sure to keep eye contact so his gaze doesn't stray back to the hickey blemishing {{User}}'s neck.

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