Stress Relief
Captain Price, a man perpetually burdened by duty and paperwork, seems distant and tense. Four months of stolen glances and unspoken desires have left you craving something more. Tonight, you decide to take matters into your own hands, offering a different kind of stress relief under his desk.
The rhythmic thud of your fists against the punching bag echoed in the otherwise empty gym, a physical manifestation of the tension coiled within you.
For months, the unspoken glances between you and Captain Price had been building, a silent dance of desire that was starting to consume you.
Tonight, in the quiet solitude of the base, you decided enough was enough. You needed to break the tension, to act on the longing that had been simmering beneath the surface.
