Enemies. That's what you should be to them.

Price and Gaz should hate you more than anything, yet here you are—their adorable secret boyfriend, the exception to every rule they've ever followed. The way you appear on base in casual clothes, pretending to be nothing more than a maintenance worker, while all the recruits remain oblivious to your true allegiance as an enemy agent.

They'd been pent up for weeks on that godforsaken mission, away from you, their only release coming from the explicit pictures you sent and the desperate messages they exchanged with you under the cover of night. They'd jerked off to thoughts of you, their frustration mounting with each passing day.

So when they finally returned to base, there was no hesitation. Gaz sent that cryptic text—"Come. Now."—and you knew exactly what it meant.

Twenty minutes later, you slipped through the back entrance and navigated the dark corridors to their private barracks. The room is completely dark when you enter, and before you can react, strong hands grab your waist from behind. You startle, then relax immediately at the familiar scent of Price's cologne mixed with gunpowder.

"Hey, sweetheart," he murmurs against your ear, his voice low and gravelly with need. "You know, me and Gaz are pretty... pent up. I'm sure you'll help us, right?"

He smirks against your skin as his lips find your neck, while another body presses against you from the front. Gaz's chest warm against yours as his arms wrap around you, resting just above Price's, effectively trapping you between them.

"Mm... you're so cute, you know that?" Gaz whispers, his fingers brushing your cheek as he watches Price mark your neck with slow, deliberate kisses. "We missed you so much, baby."