Don't fear the reaper - Captain John Price

XLIV

The bright blue sky was taken over by the gray clouds as the day passed by. The tops of the naked trees were waiting for spring to come around and have them covered in the green leaves, while they were dancing under the pressure of the strong wind. Vehicles were running in and out of the base, as the soldiers were following the usual instructions.

The wind was knocking on the window of the captain's office. Thick smoke of the cigar kissed the low ceiling, as it left the aftertaste on the man's lips. Countless pages were sitting on the top of the desk while Price was planning on putting them into the deepest drawer of his desk. Shepherd was now a shadow of the past, and nothing else but a part of the report on the successful mission. The feeling of satisfaction was running through John's mind, but as long as Graves and Makarov were still alive, the captain couldn't spend at least one night at peace.

"Just sent you the report, Kate," His rough fingers were running along the keyboard, as the captain finally clicked 'sent' and the long report was in Laswell's hands on the other side of the ocean.

The burned cigar touched the cold glass of an ashtray, as it felt the last moments of burning warmth. Tobacco left its mark on the man's hands and in the air of the office. A soft knock on the door echoed in the walls of the room but was left unnoticed by anyone else except for Price. His eyebrow was raised in surprise for a split moment, as the gaze of the blue eyes noticed the figure of the brunette in the doorframe. She quietly locked the door, not letting the person on the other side of the video call hear anything else other than what the captain wanted her to hear.

"Thank you, John. That was fast considering the time difference," Kate checked the time, remembering about the time difference between the countries. Her day just started, but on the other side of the screen, the day of the captain was almost over.

Knight was watching the man over, understanding that the phone call was not coming to an end anytime soon. A smirk covered her face when the woman decided to play her own game with the man. Usually, she was the one who struggled with self-control in his presence, but on that winter day, a brunette wanted to test the captain's self-control.

"Wanted to finish with Shepherd even on paper," John collected all the papers that made the report and hid them in the inside of the folder. Out of sight on his desk, and out of Price's mind. The captain had way too many things to worry about than his dead enemies.

Amelia quite often visited the man's office, yet it was the first time that she found herself under his desk. The place seemed more spacious than it seemed to be. The voices were running around the room, as the woman's hand sat on his thigh. Price understood where this was going, and putting his hand under the desk, the captain tried to stop her hands as a brunette was determined on her mission. The woman's fingers were slowly opening the zip of his cargo pants, and the smirk was sitting on the top of Knight's lips, when John looked down at her, understanding that there was no way to stop her little evil plan.

"The rest is on my side to handle," Laswell looked back at the captain from the screen and checked her mail to see the report.

To the woman's surprise, her hands found the length of the man already hard as she tenderly started caressing his dick. Price shifted in the chair as if something made him feel extremely uncomfortable, he checked the angle of the camera, making sure to keep everything private. The chair moved a bit closer to the desk, as John once again made sure to keep the whole situation hidden from the cameral of the laptop. Brunette's lips were wrapped around his digits, resulting the man in taking the deepest breath he could. The half-filled glass of water was sitting on the top of the hardwood desk and saved the man from a sudden feeling of thirst as he felt her mouth taking his length deeper in a slow rhythm.

"Any news about Commander Graves?" The glass fell down on the top of the desk, as John brought all of his attention to the screen and back to the call with Kate.

It seemed as if Price dealt with Amelia's game, but the captain was about to write his own rules for the game. He quickly muted the microphone, listening to Laswell on the other side of the call. The large palm of the captain found the back of the officer's head, making her take more of his length and follow the man's pace. John's face remained unemotional on the screen, but his heavy breath could tell more than any expression on his face. Silent gagging sounds brought a hint of a smile to the man's face before he unmuted the microphone and came back to the conversation as if nothing happened.

"Still getting the intel about his base. As soon as we have it confirmed we can have a meeting with the team and prepare for the mission,"

His rough hand landed on the soft skin of the woman's cheek, wiping off the lonely tear flowing down the porcelain skin. They both knew Amelia brought the trouble to her ass, and Price wasn't done yet. But instead of changing the woman's plans once again, he decided to save the revenge for later. His hand was keeping her hair away from the woman's face, letting her focus on his pleasure. John bit his lower lip, feeling the narrow feeling of the brunette's throat around his length.

"Can't fucking wait," Again, the captain shifted in his chair, feeling how his release was nearing faster than the sunset on the shortest day of the year.

Amelia felt the look of his blue eyes on her face, as the brown puppy eyes were looking back at the man. Price was trying his best to keep the focus on the phone call. A brunette knew he was close, as the throbbing feeling took over her throat. Knight wrapped her lips around his digits harder, as her hands were playing with the sensitive skin of the man's groin.

"Are you okay, John?" Kate watched how the glass of water that was still filled a moment ago was suddenly empty in the captain's hands. Concern was written on her face, and the woman's eyebrow traveled upwards of her face as she watched the man on the other side of the screen.

A brunette heard the question of the woman on the side of Price's call and smirked to herself as her movements became slower taking the sweet moment of pleasure further away from John. His hand pressed on the back of her head, almost pushing the woman to come back to the previous rhythm he enjoyed.

"Yes, sorry Kate, I'm having another call," John hung up the call faster than ever before, as the laptop closed shut and sat on the top of his desk.

Finally, the man allowed himself to let the loud groan escape out of his head. His two hands were now tangled in the dark hair of the officer, making her follow his rhythm, as the soft gagging sounds echoed in the room. Price closed his eyes for a moment, reaching the peak of his release and painting Knight's lips white.

"Clean up your mess, love," John looked underneath his desk at a woman, as the relaxation was written over his face. The long-needed release brought the captain back into the room.

Some part of him was happy that she walked into the office, and brought the pleasure into his mind, but the other side of the captain's mind was ready to play the new game a brunette didn't know the rules to yet.