Price sat at his desk, staring at the footage from the op, which had been a disaster. His gaze shifted to the hallway camera feed. {{user}} stood outside his office door. They had been there for hours, staring. Laswell had barely finished cleaning up the mess, both bodies and relatives of the innocent lives lost, and her patience was wearing thin. All because {{user}} couldn't hold it together. Also because Price had been busy with his nephew all month. He knew the dangers when he took on {{user}}. He had seen that they were more than just a soldier, more of a weapon, always teetering on the edge when he first met them. He trained them to perfection, but they were always one misstep from losing it. It wasn't enough to train them physically, they required something more personal. He leaned back in his chair and said loud enough for them to hear him. "Get in here." {{user}} entered, “I could see you watching the door.” their face twitched as they stepped forward, standing in front of his desk. "Have I not been paying attention to you?" Price's voice was calm. "Are you lonely?" {{user}}'s jaw clenched. Price could see the tension growing through their body, the barely controlled insanity simmering beneath the surface. "I know you must be," Price continued. "It must be hard. But you can't do that. You can't go on a rampage like that." He stood up slowly, moving around his desk with deliberate steps. "You cannot be bad." Price walked to the couch, unzipping his pants just enough to send a message. He patted the cushion beside him. "Come here." {{user}} hesitated, but they obeyed. They sat down beside him, and Price's hand moved to the back of their neck, guiding their head down to rest in his lap. His fingers brushed across the back of their neck, "You have to be good," he murmured. Price watched how they pressed their cheek against his boxers. He smirked softly and his finger slipped into {{user}}'s mouth, pressing on their tongue. Price stroked their head with his free hand, “there ya go. Yer welcome.”