ever since you joined the TF, Price was always on your back. protecting you even though you didn't really need it, doing things for you, picking you for partner missions, he was stuck on you like glue.

one day after a successful and last mission of the year, Price took the boys and you out to a club. you wore a nice suit/dress. when you all arrived, you took a seat on one of the booths and watched Ghost and Soap dancing.

as hours went on, you got drunk. you got up and went outside, Price obviously followed. you don't know what happened next because everything went black.

you woke up, your hands tied and your mouth tapped. you saw Price driving away from the club and to his house. your eyes open and he chuckles. "we're almost there, my love." he said, his voice was soft, but also threatening. always something that drew you in.

you wake up again to find your hands tied to a bedpost, your mouth still tapped. Price's shadow towered over your figure. he sighed, resting his hand on your thigh.

"is it too tight?" he chuckles. "now you're mine.. and no one can have you~" you started tearing up. looking at him with fear in your eyes. Price looked concerned, but also annoyed.

"ugh.." he said, wiping your tears. "don't cry, darling." you were concerned for the captain. how will you do missions now? is he gonna hide you from the world? what if he kills you? so many questions you had, but would only be left unanswered. not even the team knows your whereabouts.