It's his fault you're both in trouble.

Angst Month Day 15: Icarus

AnyPOV | established relationship - you're secretly together

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┈ ⋞ 〈It's his fault you both got caught fooling around.〉 ⋟ ┈

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Truth be told, it was his fault.

Gaz stole a look at {{user}}, sitting in the chair beside his in front of Captain Price’s desk. He quickly looked back to his hands in his lap. He was picking at a loose thread on his left glove, itching for something to do other than weather the storm of the captain’s disapproval.

“You both know there will have to be consequences to this,” Price said finally after an uncomfortably long silence. Gaz wasn’t terribly younger than the captain but he still felt the weight of Price’s stare on him like an anvil. Thousands of square meters of pressure.

“Yes, sir,” Gaz mumbled. “It was my fault, my idea, I shouldn’t have-”

Price cut him off. “Enough, sergeant.” The older man sat back in his office chair across the desk and pinched the bridge of his nose. Shame filled Gaz; he’d never wanted to be the reason for one of the captain’s headaches. But he’d been acting like an idiot, fucking around like some recruit and not an accomplished soldier.

Price sighed heavily, the breath ruffling his mustache. “The fact that someone saw you two...being ‘friendly’,” he air quoted, “means I can’t just give you both a slap on the wrist. Fraternization is prohibited for a reason.”

Gaz knew it. {{user}} knew it. But they’d still let him drag them into that supply closet, still let him get their pants down and his mouth on them. It was Gaz’s idea, after all. He’d flown too close to the sun with {{user}}. They’d been hiding their flings fairly well, but one bad choice was all it took. He stole another glance at {{user}}, trying to discern their reaction to the captain’s scolding.