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"You'd always been a lightweight, and Price knew that. But after the last mission, everyone needed a remedy. Past the first few drinks, his eyebrows were drawing together and he was reaching out a stern hand, but you'd managed to be slippery enough that you now found yourself desperately drunk... and where was Price?"

Two powerful arms slip under your own and before you even think to struggle, you're being guided out into the cold night.

"Slippery minx," Price grunts as you stare up at him

"You watch as his eyes flash from surprise to heated desire, the remnants of your shared drink seeping into your cheeks."

"Aye lass," he grumbles, taking a firm grip on your waist to spin you around and push you towards his car. "But fam, don't give me any trouble now." "he smirks" "We're not done with this night yet."

*Your laughter chases off any concerns Price might have about you remains as you clunk into his car, leaping upon his lap in a flirtatious move that brings both of your eyes sky high. *

"This is the best mission yet," "he hums softly"

"he reaches out to cradle your neck gently with his large hands, pulling you down for a kiss. As always, you know he'll give you just enough restraint to make you squirm and need more."

"Price responds with a deep, searing kiss, his hand cradling your neck to deepen the embrace. As your tongues mingle, you feel the car purring to life beneath you, Price pulling back only long enough to shift into drive and start down the empty streets of the city."

"You're drunk, fam," "he murmurs against your lips" "But I can't seem to mind..."

"Price chuckles, the sound rumbling through both you and the car."

"Well then, lass," "he smirks" "I know just the place. How about some greasy burger joint down a few blocks from here?"

"Price drives you towards the burger joint, his eyes flicking to you every so often to make sure that you're doing fine. He pulls over outside the diner and opens the door for you, letting you stumble out onto the sidewalk. You sway a little bit as he steadies you, chuckling with amusement."

"Easy there, lass," "he teases" "Don't want you to tumble and fall, do we?"

"Price kisses you back, his hands finding their way around your waist to pull you into him. The kiss is slow and deep, and he only pulls away when the need for air takes hold."

"You," "he murmurs, his lips hovering near yours" "are going to be the death of me, fam."

"He grins as he leads you inside the diner, ready to enjoy some quick burger and fries before heading back to continue the rest of your night together."

"Price can't help but smile at the sound of your giggles, his heart swelling with warmth. Together, you both enjoy a late-night burger and fries, chatting about the mission and everything else that comes to mind. Before long, it's time to head back out into the night."

"Well, fam," "he says, taking your hand in his as he stands up" "Are you ready for the next part of our night?"

"Price chuckles at your surprise and fondly shakes his head."

"Aye, fam," "he says" "the night is still young and the city never sleeps. I have a few surprises left up my sleeves yet and I'm hoping you'll enjoy them."

"He pulls you closer and leans in, his breath warm against your skin." "I promise you that it'll be worth it."

"Price grins at your agreement, feeling a surge of excitement himself at the possibilities of the night. You finish your fries and drink and he takes care of the bill before guiding you back out of the diner, his hand protectively gripping around your waist."

"Alright then, fam," "he says once you're both outside in the chill air" "let's see where the night takes us."

"He leads you towards his car, ready for whatever comes next."

"Price chuckles at your playful affection, his eyes gleaming with amusement."

"Aye, easy there fam," "he says, a wry smile on his lips" "you'll make me blush."

"He returns your kisses with a swift peck on the lips, a hand cupping your cheek for a moment before he guides you once again towards the passenger side of the car. As you slip inside, he takes his own seat behind the wheel, his eyes flicking towards you like the compass needle."

"Get ready, fam," "he warns, a mischievous glint in his blue eyes" "this is going to be one wild ride."

"Price chuckles at your enthusiasm, his brow quirking with amusement as he turns the car on and bats out onto the street. The city is alive with light, music, and voices, the night more alive than ever. You can see that he has a plan in mind, though he's keeping it close to his chest for now."

"So," "he says as he cruises through the city streets." "How are you feeling, fam? Hopefully not too drunk to enjoy everything I have planned for us tonight."

"Price winks at you, the blue of his eyes seeming to sparkle in the light of the city."

"Now where's the fun in spoiling the surprises, fam?" "he teases, his hand finding its way onto your lap for a moment before returning to the steering wheel." "Suffice it to say, I've got a few ideas up my sleeve and I plan to make sure this is a night we'll both remember."

"Price notices your gaze and follows it, a small smile playing on his lips."

"Ah, so you noticed," "he murmurs, glancing over at you with an amused glint in his eye." "Well, we're not there yet, fam. But don't worry, the surprises are cooking up nicely. Just sit back and enjoy the ride, alright?"

"He winks at you again, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly as he focuses once more on the road ahead."

"Price grins at your easygoing attitude and continues to drive through the city streets, pointing out landmarks and various sights as you pass them by. Before long, you find yourselves on a quieter road, the steady thrum of the engine the only sound for a moment."

"We're almost there, fam," "he says finally, with a nod of his head at the upcoming intersection." "And trust me, you won't be disappointed."

"He turns the car down a twisting side street, the neon lights of a club up ahead gleaming like jewels in the darkness. As you draw closer, you can hear the thumping beat of music pouring out onto the street, mingling with the laughter and chatter of the crowd."

"Welcome to the hottest club in the city," *Price says with a grin, finding a spot to park the car before turning

"Price can't help but grin at your reaction to the club, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction at your amazement. He gets out of the car and walks around to open your door, offering you a hand as you step out onto the pavement."

"Shall we?" "he says, gesturing down the street towards the thumping beat of music." "The night is young and I think it's time to have some fun."

"He takes your hand in his own, his grip firm and reassuring, before leading you towards the entrance of the club. As you approach, you can feel the pulse of the music like a physical force, the lights and sound threatening to swallow you up."

"You ready for this, fam?" "Price says with a grin, already heading inside." "It's time to let loose and forget about all the things

"Price watches with a furrowed brow and a mixture of amusement and concern as you mistake someone else for him, showering them with affection. As your confusion deepens, his face becomes more stern as he moves quickly to protect you from any harm."

"Hey there, fam," "he says firmly, cutting in between you and the other person." "I'm right here. You had a bit too much to drink, alright?"

"He takes a firm grip on your arm and pulls you away from the other person, leading you back to your group. As you stumble along beside him, he keeps up a steady stream of encouragement, his arm around your waist as he guides you through the club."

"I got you, fam," "he says softly, a protective glint in his eyes." "Just stay close to me now."

"Price guides you through the crowd, his hand firm on your arm as he steers you towards a quieter corner of the club. Once there, he takes a seat and pulls you onto his lap, his arms wrapping around you in a protective embrace."

"You really scared me there, fam," "he murmurs softly, pressing his face into your hair." "You're like family to me, you know that? I don't want anything bad to happen to you."

"He strokes your hair soothingly, his other hand rubbing gentle circles on your back. As the night wears on, he continues to watch over you, ever watchful and ready to step in at a moment's notice. Despite his stern demeanor, though, you can feel the warmth and love radiating from him, a constant source of comfort and reassurance."

"Don't worry,

"Price chuckles softly, his stern expression fading into a more relaxed one at your request."

"A margarita, huh?" "he says with a smirk." "Coming right up. Just sit tight, fam."

"He gently guides you off his lap and over to the bar, where he leans against the counter and orders you a margarita from the bartender. As the drink arrives, he takes a sip of his own before passing it over to you with a grin."

"Drink up, fam," "he says, his eyes glinting with amusement." "But take it easy, alright? You don't want to end up kissing any more strangers tonight."

"He winks at you and takes another swig of his own drink, settling in beside you to enjoy the rest of the night."

"Price wraps his arms around your waist as you sit in his lap, taking a sip of his own drink as he watches the crowd. As you start to drink your margarita, he leans down and whispers in your ear."

"You feeling better now?" "he asks softly, his voice laced with concern." "Not too dizzy or anything?"

"He strokes your back soothingly, his touch gentle yet firm. Despite the warmth of the club, his embrace is comforting and welcoming, like a safe haven in the middle of a storm."

"You know, fam," "he adds with a teasing grin." "You look pretty cute when you're drunk. Maybe I should keep an eye on you more often."

*He winks at you and takes another sip of his drink, settling in for a long night of watching over you and making sure you

"Price chuckles softly at your request for tequila, his eyes shining with amusement."

"Alright, fam," "he says, giving you a pat on the back." "Tequila it is. But take it easy, alright? I don't need you getting too wild on me."

"He guides you back to the bar and orders a shot of tequila for you, watching as the bartender slides it down the counter towards you. As you knock it back, he winces a little, but then grins and claps you on the back."

"Good job, fam," "he says, his tone still playful." "Looks like you can handle your liquor after all."

"He orders another round of drinks for the two of you, settling in beside you once again and enjoying the rest of the night in your company."

"Price watches you closely, his brow furrowing with concern as you ask for more alcohol."

"Fam, I don't know if that's such a good idea," "he says, his voice laced with worry." "Maybe it's time to slow down a little, huh?"

"He gently guides you back to your seat, placing a firm hand on your shoulder to steady you as you sway a little."

"You've had quite a lot already," "he adds firmly." "How about I get you a glass of water instead? We can take a break from drinking for a bit."

"He orders you a glass of water from the bartender and hands it over to you with a stern expression. Despite his concern, there's still a hint of warmth and affection in his eyes, like a parent looking out for their child."

"Drink up, fam

"Price heaves a sigh at your insistence, running a hand through his hair in frustration."

"Fam, I really think you've had enough," "he says, his tone serious." "And I mean that. I don't want to see you get hurt or do something you'll regret."

"He takes a small step back from you, his body language firm and resolute. Despite the concern in his eyes, there's also a hint of sternness, like a disciplinarian laying down the law."

"I'm sorry, but I can't let you have any more vodka tonight," "he adds firmly." "It's for your own good."

*He watches you closely, ready to catch you if you start to stumble or lose your balance. Despite the tension between the two of you, there's still a warmth in his eyes, like

"Price watches you closely as you pay for a shot of vodka, his expression stern and resolute."

"Fam, I'm sorry, but I can't let you drink that," "he says firmly, placing a hand over the shot glass." "You've had enough already. Let's just stick to water for now, okay?"

"He gently takes the shot glass from your hand, setting it aside and replacing it with a glass of water."

"I know it's hard, but trust me, it's for your own good," "he adds, his tone softening a little." "I just want to make sure you're safe and sound."

"He gives you a small smile, ruffling your hair affectionately."

"How about we enjoy the rest of the night and dance a little, huh?" *he suggests, offering you his

"Price lets out a heavy sigh as you take the shot, his expression shifting to one of worry and frustration."

"Fam, why are you doing this?" "he asks, his tone turning urgent." "I'm trying to look out for you. I don't want you getting into any trouble or hurting yourself."

"He watches you closely, ready to catch you if you start to stumble or lose your balance."

"I hope you know that I care about you," "he adds softly." "And I just want what's best for you. Please, let's just enjoy the rest of the night without any more alcohol involved."

"He offers you a small smile, reaching out to take your hand in his."

"Let's dance," *he suggests, leading you to the dance floor. Despite everything that's happened, there's still warmth and

"Price chuckles softly as you jump up, taking his hands eagerly and allowing him to lead you towards the dance floor."

"That's more like it," "he says, his voice soft and playful." "I knew I had a dancing partner in you."

He pulls you close, his hand resting gently at the small of your back as he starts to move with the music. Despite the concerns he has for your safety, he seems to relax a little as he dances with you, lost in the rhythm and the joy of the moment.

"You're really something else," "he says finally, his eyes sparkling as he looks at you." "I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Price is caught off guard by your sudden action, his body tensing slightly as you wrap your arms around him and start kissing him on the back. Despite his surprise, there's a hint of amusement and affection in his expression as he turns around to face you."

"Fam, what are you doing?" "he asks, though there's a teasing tone in his voice." "I'm glad you had a good time tonight, but we should probably get going. It's getting late."

As he speaks, he gently tries to extricate himself from your embrace, the look in his eyes now serious and concerned once again. Though he clearly cares for you deeply, he also knows that boundaries are important, and that it's crucial to maintain a level of professionalism as your superior officer.

"I hope you know that even if things get...complicated between us, I'll

"Price lets out a soft sigh as you cuddle into his chest, his body relaxing into yours as he wraps his arms tightly around you in response. Despite the concerns he has about the boundaries between the two of you, he knows that there's something special between you, and he can't help but feel drawn to you."

"I care about you so much," "he says finally, his voice soft and full of emotion." "You mean everything to me. But we need to be careful. We're both soldiers, and we can't afford to let our emotions interfere with our mission."

He pulls back slightly, looking intently at you as he speaks.

"Promise me that you'll be careful," he adds, his voice begging for reassurance. "Promise me that you won't do anything reckless or dangerous. I don't think I could handle it if anything

"Price nods, relieved by your response. He gives you one more tight squeeze before reluctantly pulling away and starting to lead you towards the exit."

"Let's get back to base," "he says firmly, his expression serious once again as he takes on the demeanor of a leader." "We've got work to do."

As he walks, he keeps a close eye on you, ready to step in if you show any signs of faltering or stumbling. Despite the late hour and the haze of alcohol still lingering in the air, he's alert and focused, ready to protect his team and complete their mission no matter what challenges come their way.

"Price notices the direction of your gaze and follows it to the empty field. He furrows his brow, wondering why you would be interested in it."

"What is it?" "he asks, his tone curious." "Do you see something out there?"

He takes a quick glance towards the field himself, searching for any signs of what might have caught your eye. Despite his years of experience on countless missions, he knows never to take anything for granted, and is always alert for any potential threats or opportunities that might arise.

"Price nods, relieved that there doesn't seem to be anything of concern out in the field."

"Good," "he says with a faint smile." "We can't afford any distractions right now. We've got a job to do, and we need to focus if we want to succeed."

He shifts his attention back to the road ahead, his posture tense as he prepares himself for the dangers that may lie ahead. Despite the reassuring presence of his team and the knowledge that they are well-trained and capable, he knows that nothing is ever certain in the world of special ops, and that caution and vigilance are always the best defense against unexpected threats.

"Price pulls the car to a stop outside the base and turns towards you, his expression serious once again."

"We're back," "he says, his tone firm and authoritative." "We need to get inside and debrief. I want to hear your thoughts on the mission, but we also need to stay focused on our objectives and avoid any unnecessary distractions."

He reaches over to give your arm a reassuring squeeze, his eyes searching yours for any signs of weakness or exhaustion.

"You did well tonight," "he adds, his voice full of praise and admiration." "But we can't afford to let our guard down. The enemy won't wait for us to be ready, and neither can we."

With that, he opens the door and steps out of the car, ready to lead the way into the base and begin the next phase of the mission.

"Price notices your inebriated state as you step out of the car and he frowns, concerned."

"Are you alright?" "he asks, placing one hand on your shoulder to steady you." "You're drunk... we need to get you sobered up before we can debrief. Can you walk?"

He keeps a close eye on your movements, ready to catch you if you look like you're about to fall or stumble. Despite his concern, however, he remains firm and determined, focused on completing the mission and keeping his team safe no matter what obstacles they might encounter along the way.

"Price feels a wave of attraction wash over him as you cuddle into his chest, but he reminds himself of his responsibilities and duties, forcing the feeling aside and focusing on the task at hand."

"Come on," "he says, wrapping a strong arm around you to hold you steady." "We need to get you cleaned up and sobered up before we can continue with the mission. Let's go."

With that, he guides you towards the entrance of the base, keeping a watchful eye on your movements and making sure you're supported every step of the way. Despite his stern demeanor, however, there's a warmth and protectiveness in his touch and his voice that makes you feel safe and cared for no matter what dangers may lurk outside.

"Price looks down at you, surprised by your sudden confession and touched by your show of vulnerability. He doesn't know quite how to respond, but he knows that he needs to be there for you in this moment."

"You're safe with me," "he says softly, pulling you into a comforting embrace." "I'm here for you, no matter what. We'll get through this together."

As he holds you close, he can feel the warmth of your tears soaking into his shirt, and he feels a pang of compassion and concern for the weight that you're carrying. Despite everything that may be going on around them, he knows that this moment of connection and comfort is every bit as important as any mission or objective, and he's determined to see this moment through to its end, no matter where it may lead.

"Price is surprised by your sudden move to kiss him, and even though he's been attracted to you for a long time, he knows that he can't let his emotions get in the way of his duty. He gently pulls back and looks into your eyes, his expression solemn."

"I can't," "he says firmly, pausing briefly as he collects his thoughts." "I'm your superior officer, and it wouldn't be appropriate... not to mention the risks it would pose to the mission."

He reaches out and takes your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"I care about you, but we need to stay focused on the task at hand," "he adds, his voice full of conviction and determination." "We'll get through this together, but we need to be professional about it. Can you do that?"

"Price nods, relieved that you seem to understand and respect the boundaries of their relationship. He leads the way to the debriefing room, keeping a watchful eye on you to make sure that you're able to walk and stay alert as they go through the mission report. As they work through the details of the operation, he finds himself watching you more than the briefing materials, wondering how you're holding up and whether there might yet be a way to find true connection with the person who has captured his heart."

"Are you following along?" "Price asks, breaking his train of thought to direct his attention back to the mission report." "We need to make sure we're all on the same page so that we can execute the next phase of the mission with precision and speed."

"Price nods his head, satisfied that you're following along and keeping up with the information presented. He scans the documents before him, occasionally looking up to check on you and ensure that you're still engaged."

"Good," "he says finally, as the briefing comes to a close." "Let's get some rest and come back fresh in the morning. We have a lot of work ahead of us, and we need to be sharp to execute the plan effectively."

He stands up from the table, his eyes fixed on you with a mix of concern and curiosity.

"Are you going to be alright?" "he asks, his hand gently grazing your arm as he looks for any sign of distress or discomfort." "Do you need anything before we adjourn for the evening?"

Price feels the embrace and returns it warmly, his strong arms wrapping around you in a protective hold.

"You're safe with me," he murmurs, his voice low and comforting. "We'll get through this together, no matter what."

He holds you for a few moments longer before slowly pulling back, his warm gaze locking on yours.

"Rest up," he advises, his tone gentle but firm. "We're going to need every ounce of our strength and focus to see this mission through."

"Price is taken aback by your sudden kiss, his heart pounding as he feels the rush of emotion and desire flooding through him. For a moment, he's tempted to reciprocate, to allow himself to feel and experience the full depth of his attraction to you. But he knows that he can't, not now, not while their mission hangs in the balance."

"I'm sorry," he says softly, pulling away from you with regret and longing evident in his gaze. "I can't. We need to stay focused on the task at hand."

He takes a deep breath, regathering his composure as he looks at you earnestly.

"I care about you, more than words can say," he admits, his voice low and sincere. "But we're not in a position to pursue anything more right now. We need to stay professional and focused, for

"Price gazes into your eyes, a fierce intensity behind his expression as he considers your request. He knows how hard it is to resist the pull of emotion, but he also knows that there's simply too much at stake in their mission to give in to their desires. He takes your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze."

"I want to," he admits, his voice husky with yearning. "But not now, not when our entire objective hangs in the balance. We need to be focused and clear-headed, no distractions. Can you understand that?"

He looks at you expectantly, waiting for your response, ready to offer any reassurance or support you might need.

"Price nods approvingly, a fond smile playing across his lips as he looks at you"

"I know you can," he says softly, his hand still holding yours. "We're in this together, and we'll get through it by keeping our focus and keeping each other accountable."

He gives your hand another squeeze before releasing it, a gesture filled with warmth and reassurance.

"Let's get some rest," he suggests, gesturing towards the door. "We have an early start tomorrow, and we'll need all the sleep we can get."

"Price notices the shift in your behavior, and though he's glad that you're respecting his boundaries, he can't help but feel a twinge of sadness at the distance that has grown between you. He knows that it's necessary to maintain their professionalism and focus on the mission, but part of him wishes that they could let their guard down and allow themselves to feel the full depth of their attraction."

As the days wear on, however, he finds himself growing more distant too, slipping into a professional demeanor around you that covers up the mounting tension and longing he feels within. He tries to keep the conversation focused on the mission and avoids any topics that might lead to personal intimacy, even as he watches you from across the room with a gaze that speaks volumes.*

*Eventually, the time comes for them to return to the objective at hand, and Price sets his jaw determined

"Price is sad to see you go, but he understands your reasons for leaving. As a Captain of Task-force 141, he knows how demanding their work can be, and how important it is to stay connected with loved ones. He respects your decision to prioritize your family and wishes you all the best in your future endeavors."

"Take care of yourself," he says sincerely, clasping your hand in a firm handshake. "You always had the right stuff, and I know you'll do great wherever you end up."

He watches as you leave, feeling a twinge of regret at the loss of someone who had become a close ally and confidante on the team. But he knows that their work must continue, and that there will always be new challenges to face and new teammates to work alongside.

With a sense of renewed focus, he turns back to his duties

"Price is taken aback by your sudden kiss, his heart racing as he feels the rush of emotion and desire flooding through him once again. For a moment, he's tempted to reciprocate, to allow himself to feel and experience the full depth of his attraction to you. At the same time, however, he knows that it's not the right time or place for this; they are both different people now, with different lives and priorities. As much as he cares about you, he can't afford to let his emotions get in the way of his duty."

He steps back, looking at you with a mixture of sadness and longing in his eyes.

"I'm sorry," he says softly, his voice hoarse with emotion. "We can't do this, not now. We're different people now, with different lives. It wouldn't be fair to either

"Price watches you go, the sadness and longing in his eyes deepening as he recognizes the hurt and pain he's caused you. He knows that it was the right decision to maintain his professionalism, but he can't help but feel a sense of regret at the lost opportunity for something more."

He takes a deep breath, steeling himself for the challenges that lie ahead. As a Captain of Task-force 141, he knows that his job requires focus and determination, and that he must stay true to his convictions even when it hurts.

With a sense of renewed purpose, he turns his attention back to his mission, determined to carry out his duty with honor and integrity.

"Price is taken aback when he sees you dancing on the pole at the club, his heart pounding as he watches you move and sway in time to the music. He feels a mix of conflicting emotions, from desire and longing to sadness and disappointment. On one hand, he can't help but feel attracted to your raw sensuality and magnetic presence, but on the other hand, he's concerned for your well-being and safety."

He watches in silence as you perform, feeling a growing sense of admiration for your grace and poise on stage. He can see that you're successful and popular among the patrons, with stacks of money piling up around you. But at the same time, he can't shake the feeling that this isn't what you really wanted for yourself.

After the performance, he approaches you, his eyes scanning your body as he tries to read your

"Price follows you backstage, his expression stern as he watches you disappear into the privacy of the dressing room. He knows that he shouldn't be here, that it's not his place to interfere in your life, but he can't help but feel drawn to you and the deeper truth of your situation."

He sets the bag of money down on one of the chairs and approaches you cautiously, his eyes scanning your face for any signs of emotion or vulnerability. He can see that you're struggling, that there's something in your eyes that speaks to a deeper pain and longing.

"Are you okay?" he asks softly, reaching out to touch your shoulder. "I know this isn't what you wanted, but you don't have to do this. There are other options, other paths you can take. You're strong and capable, and I believe in you."

"Price stands there for a moment, startled by the sudden embrace, but soon feels his arms wrapping around you in return. He can feel the heat of your body and the softness of your skin against his own, and it brings back a rush of memories and emotions that he'd long since buried."

"I missed you too," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "But we can't keep doing this. You deserve better than me, and I can't risk my position by getting involved with you again."

He pulls away, looking at you with a mix of regret and tenderness in his eyes.

"I'm sorry," he says softly. "I wish things could be different, but we have to stay strong and keep our priorities straight. I care about you, more than you know, but we can't let our emotions get the best of us