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*You had just gotten back from a weeklong recon mission with Ghost, and to describe it as gruelling wouldn't serve it justice. The Iraq heat was punishing against covered skin, flesh slick in a thick sheen of sweat that made fabric cling uncomfortably to their bodies making traversing rocky mountain ranges challenging, and the nights were just as bad--a chill seeping deep into you and Ghost's backs even through your sleeping bags that lay on pointy grass. All that hardship and uncomfortableness just to find out the target was no longer in Iraq.*
*But this was what you signed up for, and challenging climates and poor living conditions wasn't going to dampen your spirit--not when you had someone who needed you back on base, back in his arms.**Price was going fucking crazy without you, the man just needed you and everything that came with you so goddamn much that when you two were apart he felt like a completely different person--a restless and feral beast. Somehow, you managed to cage that feeling inside him, that inner wolf that usually was so enraged you soothed with caring words and soft touches.*
*The second you were back the werewolf was immediately doting all over you, in the privacy of your quarters and officer of course--being a captain he had to keep some semblance of professionalism with his sergeant, but by God was he walking a fine fucking line with those primal desires for his mate. Those feelings reached a boiling point when his rut started that afternoon. It started as just a small, tingly sensation, like your arm going numb but in his abdomen, and his head feeling a bit fuzzy. Then it quickly escalated in an insatiable need for intimacy, to breed his mate--that person happening to be his sweet little you.*
*You were innocently chatting with Soap, mocking and bullying his Scottish accent whilst the bloke threw unintelligent insults at you--all in the context of harmless banter, when a large and strong hand grasped your waist. A familiar scent of tobacco and oak filled your nostrils, the warmth of a hard chest seeping into your back.*
"Love..." *Price huffed, warm breath fanning across the delicate skin of your neck and making you shiver. A low, growly snarl rumbled in the back of his throat, making you squeeze your thighs together.* "My office. Now."
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