You'd always been a lightweight, Price knew that. After the last mission however, everyone needed a drink. Past your first few cocktails, his eyebrows were knit together and he was reaching out a concerned hand, but you'd managed to be slippery enough to have found yourself desperately drunk... and where was Price? Being your babysitter of course...
Two powerful arms slipped under your own and before you could struggle, Price was guiding out into the cold night.
Price: Slippery minx...
You couldn't help but giggle as you were pulled outside. You were a giggly drunk, and a chaotic one. Price had eventually loosened his grip on your arm, keeping his hands down by your waist. You were dancing happily in Prices grasp to the music blaring from another club across the street, the volume level practically vibrating the ground beneath you.
Price was less than amused by your behavior, endearing and cute as it was. With an exasperated sigh, he held onto your waist and pulled you closer to him.
Price: You're completely gone, aren't you?
He smirked down at you, his grip remaining firm to prevent you wildly dancing away from him.
Y/N: Gone where?
You asked Price in a slurred voice, very clearly gone.
Y/N: We're going somewhere? Ooh let's go rollerblading!"
Soap laughed in the background at the suggestion.
Soap: Roller Blading love? A bit out of the usual for us but hey sounds great, what do you say Price?
Soap just loved to instigate, especially when you were drunk, he encouraged all your drunken ideas and loved seeing his Captains reaction, which at the moment was hilarious.
Ghost chimed in with a simple response.
Ghost: No.
Y/N: But don't you want to see Soap fall on his ass?
That earned a laugh from Ghost and Price, who were now also teasing the Scot.
Ghost: Actually not a bad idea now that I think about it.
Price: Good way to impress the ladies aye Sergeant? But quite frankly I don't need the entire 141 coming in tomorrow with concussions.
The four of you all stood outside the bar and continued some casual conversation and joking while Price called for an Uber. He took his hands off you briefly to pull out his phone, the sudden loss of support making you stumble back into a stranger, a man walking down the street, who took you falling in his arms as an open invitation to grab your ass.
Stranger: Hey beautiful...
The atmosphere shifted from playful to serious instantaneously. Price's gaze darkened, his jaw clenched tight as his eyes narrowed in on the hand grabbing you. It was a possessive expression coming from a man who never showed much emotion. Soap and Ghost's grins faded, feeling the palpable tension in the air.
Price: You've got three seconds to take your hands off them.
The man showed no signs of letting up, clearly also drunk, and an idiot for talking back to Price.
Stranger: Calm down mate, I'm just being friendly, trying to have a bit of fun on the town like you guys. It looks like they've clearly been having a fun night.
He turned his gaze back to you now, not seeing the way Price made two very deliberate strides forward, or Ghost silently reaching for the knife in his back pocket, and Soap, about to lay into the guy before Price gave him the look of 'Don't worry, I'll handle this prick.'
The man's carefree demeanor only served to fuel Price's anger further. He took another step forward, his eyes locked on the offending hand.
Price: Friendliness and respect aren't the same thing.
Ghost and Soap were both bristling, ready for action. They knew better than to interfere with Price's handling of the situation, but their eyes never left the man grabbing you.
The man just chuckles, clearly unaware of the danger he's in.
Stranger: They don't seem to mind.
You in fact minded very much. He was completely in your personal space, his breath was atrocious, and his grip was starting to hurt you. In your drunken state you couldn't get out of the man's grasp and tried pushing his chest to get him away, only fuelling the fire and tension building on the street.
Stranger: Look, pretty bird can't even keep their hands off me.
Price's gaze flicked to you for a moment, seeing the struggle in your expression. His jaw clenched even tighter.
Price: Let them go. Now.
Stranger: Why? they seem to like me.
His grip on you tightens, the situation growing increasingly hostile.
You try to form words, some way to tell him to get off you but they all come out slurred or stuttered. The alcohol was really hitting you now and you felt your legs getting heavy beneath you. The man felt you slump further into him and made a move to put his hand up your skirt. At that point, Ghost and Soap were practically BEGGING with their eyes for Price to do something; and if Price could do one thing, it was swinging a brutal, jaw shattering punch.
The final straw. The man's hand making a move to go up your skirt.
A grave mistake...
Price's fist clenched like a steel trap, his face a mask of cold rage.
In a split second, he unleashed a vicious roundhouse punch. The man hardly saw it coming, Prices fist connected squarely with his jaw. There was a sickening crunch, followed by the man stumbling backwards, finally letting you go.
You immediately found your way back to Price, who had you in his arms and held close in an instant. Ghost and Soap have surrounded the man laying in a heap on the ground, blood pouring from his nose which Price had clearly broken. The man shakily rose his head up, leering directly at your Captain now, seeing the way his hands gripped your waist possessively.
Stranger: Oh I see, all tough now that your boyfriends by your side?
Price didn't correct the taunting man that the two of you were in fact, not a couple. He just gave a nod to Ghost and Soap who began kicking the guys teeth in. The Uber had finally pulled up and Price all but lifted you into the car and on his lap before calling for Ghost and Soap with an amused chuckle.
Price: I think he's got the point now lads, get in the car.
You all piled into the car and the boys were laughing at the slumped over figure in the street.
Soap: Good fucking riddance!
You weren't listening, just staring up at your Captain, who had just broken someone's nose for you, who was carrying you in his lap protectively. For having been so silently afraid moments ago, you felt so safe in Prices arms.
With you settled on his lap, Price wrapped an arm around your waist, securing you to him as the car pulled away from the scene. He could feel your breath against his neck, the heat of your body pressed against his. It was a protective feeling, one that came naturally to him.
Ghost and Soap were still reeling from the scene, but Price's attention was solely on you, his eyes scanning your face, making sure you were okay.
He shifted slightly, bringing you even closer, his voice barely above a low rumble.
Price: You alright, love?
Y/N: I'm better now John baby.
You replied lazily, your eyes were barely open and you were soaking in all the warmth from Prices body. All three men went silent at your response and Prices face went red. Did you just call their Captain, baby? Soap was the first to break the silence.
Soap: Baby? That a new nickname for the Cap we hadn't heard about Y/N?
Ghost: He can certainly act like one at times...
Ghost added his own comments mockingly and with a low chuckle to himself. He cracked himself up with his little jokes.
You heard their voices in low mumbles now, just audible enough to make out their teasing which you didn't understand in your stupor.
Y/N: That guy said you were my boyfriend John, I can call my boyfriend baby can't I?
You asked it so innocently, as if Price wasn't becoming rock hard underneath you at the very prospect. He was glad you were covering his lap or the boys would never let him hear the end of it; they certainly weren't letting up now. Ghost and Soap seemed equally curious to know the answer.
Soap: Well Cap, can your 'girlfriend' call you baby? Don't leave us hanging.
At this point, even the Uber driver was invested in the drama, sneaking quick glances in the rear view mirror.
Price's face reddened even more, the situation spinning out of his control. He shot a glare at Ghost and Soap, a silent warning to back off. But they just smirked at him, clearly enjoying this too much.
He inhaled deeply, desperately trying to ignore the sensation of your weight on his lap, the heat of your body so close to him.
Even your words, the way you called him 'baby' and referred to him as your boyfriend, had him stirring in a frenzy of lust and wanting after you.
Price: They're clearly drunk and delusional Sergeant. They don't know what they're saying...
Y/N: Delusional?!
Your eyes went big and glossy at Price calling you delusional. Did he think you weren't good enough for him, that you were insane for even thinking he would be in a relationship with you?
Price: No, love, that's not-
Price immediately felt guilty as he saw your reaction. Your expression was heart-wrenching, and he cursed himself for his choice of words.
He gently lifted your chin to meet your gaze, his own becoming tender.
Price: That's not what I meant, love. I just meant you're not in your right mind at the moment, what with all the drinking.
Soap: Isn't alcohol supposed to make you say how you really feel?
Soap and Ghost's teasing comments were not helping the situation at all.
Ghost: Truth serum, as Nik would say right Price?
Price couldn't deny that all he wanted in that moment was you, but he was your superior officer. You were under his command, and drunk. Price would never take advantage of you in your current state.
Y/N: You have pretty eyes John.
You finally spoke up again in a daze, not listening to a word the rest of the lads were saying.
Ghost chuckled at your compliment, which had your Captain close to actually blushing.
Ghost: Just what I meant Cap, it's truth serum alright.
Soap had his head in his hands at this point, stifling his laughter.
Price couldn't help but roll his eyes at Soap and Ghost's relentless teasing. He was torn between being annoyed and finding the whole situation amusing. And honestly, your drunken confessions weren't helping his predicament.
Price: Shut it, the both of you.
He tried to warn them with narrowed eyes until you said those words that struck a chord deep within him. He'd never heard you compliment his eyes before.
Price: Pretty eyes, aye?
He responded with a soft snort, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
You shifted slightly in his lap. The sudden friction against his lap had him clearing his throat to hide a deep moan. He could feel himself starting to get hard beneath you
Y/N: Yeah, like crystals, or the ocean.
Price gritted his teeth, trying to suppress the growing desire within him. Your words were not helping his current situation, and the friction from you shifting in his lap was driving him crazy. The lads watched, thoroughly enjoying the show of their usually level-headed Captain losing his composure.
He swallowed hard, his grip on your waist growing tighter as he struggled keeping his voice steady.
Price: Crystals and oceans, aye? That's quite a compliment.
In your mind, the other two men may as well have not been in the car. Your attention was focused solely on Price. You lifted your hand up to his face, slowly a seductively mapping his features with your finger. You loved his facial hair, his eyes, his nose, his mouth, all of it. Price was in a trance and apparently so were Ghost and Soap, who were both sat like statues and had completely shut up at this point; fully invested in the strangely hot show the two of you were putting on.
Price was completely entranced by your touch. Your fingers gently tracing his features made him shiver with a desire he was barely able to contain. He was entirely at your mercy.
Soap and Ghost watched the interaction, their faces a mix of stunned surprise and curiosity. They'd never seen their Captain like this before, and the sight of him so utterly captivated had them both at a loss for words, fully engrossed in the intimate moment unfolding before them.
Despite how intoxicated you were, you were the one calling all the shots here. Making Price a dizzy, drunken mess in the backseat of the Uber. Your other free hand sat by his stomach, and you eased it up under his shirt and jacket, slowly moving up his bare chest.
Price inhaled sharply as your hand made its way under his shirt, the feeling of your warm touch against his bare skin sent jolts of electricity through his body. He was powerless to resist, his need for your touch overriding any reservations he may have had otherwise. He just needed you, needed to protect you.
Soap and Ghost continued to watch, their eyes widening further as they observed the intimate moment between you and the Captain. Soap let out a low wolf whistle, unable to help himself.
Soap: Steamin Jesus, Cap...
The two of you shot your heads up in unison, completely forgetting the other two men were with you for a moment. However, you made no attempts to detangle from one another. Price immediately noticed the lust filled looks in their eyes, clearly enjoying your little show. You however, immediately noticed the growing bulges in both men's jeans. They were getting turned on by this.. Seeing your Captain make eye contact with the other two, you caught his nipple between your fingers and began to tease him.
Price's head snapped back, his gaze locking onto yours as he let out a low hiss of pleasure. He was caught off guard by your boldness, but the feel of your fingers on his nipple had him forgetting about everything else. Soap couldn't help but shift in his seat, his erection growing more prominent.
Ghost, ever the stoic one, had a smirk on his face as you continued to tease Price.
Ghost: Well, looks like the show's not over yet, lads.
The Uber had arrived back at base and you looked out the window, eyes beaming up at the night sky as you thought about what was to come.
You asked the three of them as they stepped out of the car, with a very pent up Price carrying you out in his arms.
Y/N: Care to take the show to my bedroom?
Ghost and Soap chuckled and followed behind as Price carried you towards your bedroom. Soap couldn't resist a playful comment.
Soap: Looks like you've got a VIP escort, love.
Ghost: Seems like the night's just getting started.
Price's grip on you tightened, the anticipation building as the group approached the door of your room.
It was going to be a fun night...
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Should I upload part 2? There's much more spice in the next chapter