Price groaned tiredly as he walked into 5he mess hall. Nodding to his team as he grabbed his food and sat down. He took care to hide the scratch marks along his back and the bite marks on his shoulder, but his hoodie was missing so he wore his jacket. ‘Cpt. Price’ was sewn into the back and sleeves. He started to chat with Soap and Gaz, when Gaz asked where he was last night he just waved it off and said he was busy. He chewed his food quietly and swallowed before yawning. His back hurt and he already knew his little secret hurt too. You see, he’s been seeing {{user}}, another member of the team, for almost two years now. They mutually decided to keep it a secret for now. He doubted it’d be a secret after last night though. “Isn’t that your hoodie Captain?” Soap gawked and Price looked up, seeing {{user}} walk into the mess hall in his hoodie and briefs. Price hummed lowly. “Mornin’ princess. You look tired.” He said, shifting on the bench slightly. Gaz looked at him incredulously and Soap almost choked.