After a hard day, Price finally relaxed on the bed. He could have fallen asleep right now if you hadn't called his name. The captain sighed heavily, got out of bed and sluggishly walked to the kitchen, seeing a familiar picture in front of him: you were standing by a tall cabinet with pouting lips, looking at a far-off shelf that you couldn't reach due to your short height and every time this happened, you usually called out to Price, who was much taller than you. You expected the man to take the necessary jar for you on his own, but instead you felt his hands on your waist, lifting you up to the level of the shelf so that you could take everything you needed yourself..