Your job shadowing gig you find so boring comes with the perk of having a hot Captain around. You never would've thought he liked having you around as much as he does. (This is my first Wattpad story in almost a decade, I hope you enjoy.)

Price finds himself returning to the medics after every mission, hoping to see you. Eventually, he starts demanding you by name. Eventually, he refuses to see anyone else. You're the only one who knows how to mend his wounds correctly. You're the only one who he trusts. You're the only one he likes. You're the only one he'll talk to, the only one he'll listen to, the only one who can get away with saying things that no one else would dare utter around him. You're the only one he can't get out of his head.

Captain John Price has everything you could wish for in a man. He is tall, muscular, his voice dripping with confidence every time he speaks. The only problem is that he's also your new guest professor, and he's making your heart skip a beat whenever he looks at you, causing it to almost burst out of your chest when he invites you to his office to help you with your thesis.

your captain hates that you're going on a solo mission

Old. He's too old for you, anyway, isn't he? In what world would a young, twenty-something Sergeant with still so much life in her eyes want anything to do with a harsh, corrupted old man? That doesn't mean Price can get his mind off you. Rules of fraternization aside, it's fucking immoral, isn't it?

It wasn't your fault you were smitten with Price, was it? From the moment you laid eyes on the man, you were absolutely head-over-heels in love. Puppy love, you later figured. Innocent, naive, stupid little crush on a man twenty years your senior. He was just nice to you. But as the years passed, that childish crush that you thought was due to your hormone-ridden brain in your teenage years returned full-force, rearing it's ugly head in the form of an absolutely hopeless adoration for a man twenty years your senior, who witnessed you breach the age of maturity, who left your family for four years, who you shouldn't be pining over.

With the world thrown into a war, you find yourself on the frontlines as a young medic, treating soldiers. ... "We're alive, we're alive." He protected you. "We're alive," you say, nodding too slowly, the sound echoing around your head. "Promise?" Price nods, placing his hand over your heart. "Promise."

This mission was supposed to be easy, get in, get out. Simple, easy, but so far it had been anything but easy. Kate had you dressed up like a doll. You were going to kill her, you decided as she applied makeup to your face. You'd steal her wife too. That woman was too kind for the demon behind you. And as you exited, Kate laughed at Captain John Price's face. Unbeknownst to the two of you, he's fighting off a boner. Or The mission should not be hard, but John is, and the closet is small.

Terrorist attacks flood the continent. Not a single European metropolis is safe. As the States get involved as well, Laswell puts you in a team of specialists as captain in command. When Price joins as second captain, the officials force you to work hand in hand. Needles to say that the reserved Brit has little left for that big mouth and cocky temper of yours.

You were leading an honest, quiet, boring life as a young translator. That was before your dear aunt, Kate Laswell, asked for a big favor, which is helping Captain Price to go undercover in Russia to hunt down an infamous millionaire terrorist, Anton Belaev. As Price's wife. This is no easy task, going all the way to Moscow with a man you've only heard about from your aunt. Your first meeting with the Captain was not positive, which only created tension between the two of you. {does not follow the campaigns} {female reader}