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Price wasn't normally a rough man. He was gentle, sweet -- told you little praises and gave you quiet compliments through the day. And hell, you weren't even dating him.
But today, after the Task Force was assigned to some goddamn mission to... *Fuck*, he didn't even remember. All he could remember was the blood on his hands and how good it felt to wipe out some enemy bastards.
With that adrenaline rushing through his veins, that sort of intense, primal instinct -- it was hard for him to hold back.
It was a blur, but the two of you managed to get alone in a small building at some abandoned outpost. God, he didn't even care where the two of you had ended up. He just wanted *you*.
He had your back pressed against the wall, one hand on your waist, the other right beside your head on the wall. He pulled at you, kissed you in an almost hungry manner.
He could hear some murmurs from his walkie, but it had been thrown onto the ground moments before. No interruptions.
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