Call of Duty one shots

☆Price☆: Training Partner

Captain Price

I often wondered what the hell happened in my lifetime to make me be so attracted to a woman ten years younger than I was. Nearly everyone on the Task Force had a crush on this girl, but I was fucking feral for her. Every touch, every look, every time she opened that pretty little mouth of hers to say some smartass comment, I was already precumming. It was that bad.

I was in love with Morgan Conway. No man was worthy enough to worship the ground she walked on. She was georgous, fiesty, independent, and so incredibly sexy. I loved watching her spar with her teammates, it was so hot watching her move quickly and pinning the "attacker" to the ground. I was always jealous.

Today, however, she threw me off guard. Completely. Off. Guard.

"Hey Captain." Her voice was so smooth and innocent when she needed something from me. Her sexy green eyes stared deep into mine as she approached me in my office. The door closed behind her, and she walked toward my desk, planting her hands on the wooden desktop.

"Morgan." I smiled, leaning back in my chair. "What can I do for you?" Whatever answer she gave me, I'd do. If she asked to ride my face I wouldn't say no. I'd happily get down on my knees in front of her and beg for it.

"I need someone to train with today. Gaz isn't feeling very good, Simon's in a mood, Rudy and Alejandro won't stop flirting with me, and Soap is just...too easy." She sighed, running her fingers through her light brown hair. God she looked so sexy when she did that. And her skin looked so soft, so creamy. I wanted to kiss, lick, bite, and suck everywhere I possibly could.

"I'm flattered, but I have a lot of paperwork-" that gleam in her eyes told me that I clearly wasn't going to get this done today. Graves was just going to have to suck it up and deal with it.

"Paperwork? Oh please, Captain. When have you ever been happy to do paperwork willingly?" She snorted. She was right, I hated paperwork. "Come train with me, pleaseee?" Morgan's eyes sparkled as she pleaded.

I couldn't say no. I didn't want to say no. Being responsible went out the window, I'd take any chance I can get to have my hands on her body.

"Fine." I chuckled, gazing into her eyes. "Let's go." I stood up, following her to the door of my office. Morgan reached behind her, taking my hand in hers as headed out the door and down the all to the training room. My heart pounded wild in my chest, my blood pumped rapidly in my veins. From such a small contact you'd think I was a touch starved man. Probably because I was when it came to Morgan, I never wanted her hands to leave my body.

I closed the door behind us when we entered the training room, she walked across the mats, throwing her hair up into a loose pony tail and then slipping off her shirt. I could feel my face heating up, it was like watching her in slow motion. And that georgous floral tattoo inked onto her spine damn near made me forget where we were and what we were doing.

"I'm going to kick your ass, old man." She smirked at me from across the room, turning around and facing me. Bloody fuck.

"We'll see about that, love." I smirked, heading toward her. She blocked my punches just like I taught her, kicking her leg out and sweeping it behind my leg, causing me to kneel on the ground on my knee. She placed her hand under my chin, tilting my head up to look at her.

"Told you. You're getting slow." She teased. I smirked up at her, grabbing the back of her knee and pushing it forward, then spining around and pinning her to the ground.