You've been feeling tight in your shoulders all day, irritable, hot and angry. Anything and everything was agitating you. Maybe you were getting sick? Or burnt out? Maybe it was that week long mission you had right after the T shot Ghost had to hold you down for. Those sucked, especially the week after too. You were always hungry, sweaty and hard. Maybe you were just hangry?
You started heading to the cafeteria, trying to find something to eat, hopefully that'd help your shitty mood. You were so focused on getting food you didn't see who was walking your way or register who bumped your shoulder. All you could feel was the sweltering anger boil in your gut.
"Watch it!", you snap before you even bother to turn around. But when you do a cold feeling of dread washes away the anger.
"Excuse me, sergeant?", a deep voice says, it was Price It wasn't really a question, of course it wasn't. He could tell something was wrong with you. You were a respectful person, you've never snapped at him before. But he was sure what was wrong.
He grabs your arm, dragging you down the hall to his office. He pushes you through the doorway and shuts it firmly, pushing the lock.
"On the couch", he says and motions for you to sit, which you do. He sits beside you, wrapping his arm around your neck, tugging you back against his chest. This is something him and Ghost do almost twice a week now. It helps him destress.
Price reaches for your fly, tugging the zipper down then undoing your belt. He shoves your boxers and pants to your knees, tracing his middle finger through your already soaked folds. His warm hand felt good, making you groan rather loudly, jerking your hips forward. Your jaw hangs slack when he pushes two fingers into you, pumping in and out at a steady pace. You didn't bother to hold back the loud moans either, your tense shoulders relaxing.
"There we go kid, just needed some attention, yeah? Ghost didn't get to give you any love before the mission, hm?", Price says in a low voice, slightly curling his fingers before continuing his pace. You've been so busy you completely forgot to jerk off, one of the best ways to blow off steam. You've been on missions then training then sleeping. There had been no downtime for you to go see him or anyone else.
"Dad-" you whine, hips lifting and back arching. He flexes his arm, cutting off your airflow as you soak his fingers, whole body shuddering.
"Dad, please", you moan loudly, trying to move your hips so he doesn't stop. You'd definitely need more than just one round.