It wasn't uncommon for Price and Ghost to hang out alone, being the two oldest of the group, they just understood each other more. Well, that was until 141 started reporting to a different Commander. A man in his late 40s. Both men were instantly smitten with this man for several reasons - more admiration than anything else, although neither could deny there was a hint of attraction.

The men came to the decision to invite the Commander out to the lake house. Hours later, the realization dawned on Price that this man did not know how to relax. A few cigars and beers later, the Commander remained as still as a rock. After admittedly a few too many drinks, Ghost developed a brilliant idea: they needed to help this man let loose.

What better way to do that than sex? It took a lot of convincing. Price and Ghost had casual sex before, so that wasn't new. After about half an hour of making out, the Commander was rock hard, flustered, face beet red.

"Come on, just join in, we're all men here," Ghost coaxed, lips trailing down Price's neck.

"Just men helping a fellow man relax, no?" Price chimed in, hand resting on the Commander's thigh.

Then, in practically the blink of an eye, the Commander was on his knees, Price's cock shoved so far down his throat that Ghost was slightly concerned he couldn't breathe. It was unexpected, the way this strong, confident, reserved brute of a man was so easy to submit to two younger subordinates.

"Fuck, look at you. Takin' it like a goddamn anaconda."