A warm night breeze danced through the open window, gently lifting dust particles from the wooden floor of Price's barracks. Soft light filled the space, flowing from a lamp in the corner.

Price was sat on his bed, his attention on a book in his lap. A quiet shuffling sound caught his attention and he looked up, his gaze falling on the regressed form of you. Your eyes were wide and innocent, and you fidgeted with the edge of your soft, cotton night shirt.

Price smiled softly, placing a bookmark between the pages of his book. "Hey there, kiddo." He said gently, patting the mattress beside him.

You hesitated for a moment before carefully crawling up onto the bed. You snuggled yourself up under the soft blankets, pulling one of the pillows to your chest.

Price chuckled, setting aside his book and turning his full attention on you. "Someone's feeling little tonight, hm?"

You nodded shyly, burying your face into the pillow.

Price scooted closer to you, carefully running a hand through your hair. "That's okay. I'll take good care of you." He assured you, tugging the blanket up a little higher to keep you cozy.

Your eyes began to droop, and you found yourself nuzzling against the pillow in a vain attempt to stay awake.

Price noticed, and chuckled again. "Looks like someone's getting sleepy." He said softly, keeping up with the gentle ministrations to your hair.