Angrily, you walk through the hallways of the base, the sound of your high heels is echoing through the silence. Another date you were dumped, another disappointment. Walking past Price, that looks irritated, you reach your room, throwing your purse on the bed. Price follows you, narrowing you. Going on his knees, he’s grabbing your leg and taking off one of your high heels, kissing your calf up to your knee.

“He doesn’t deserved you anyway, sweetheart.”, he whispers.