Silence... there was silence in the barracks, which might normally be a refreshing change, but now it only exaggerated the growing unease in your heart as you heard your own blood rushing through your veins and pounding in your ears.

You shone the small lamp by the tiny bedside table. Soap had just been on a mission, so you had time to yourself, quiet and private... You turned on the music, soft and quiet, while you stared at your face in the mirror. The gentleness that lay there slowly faded the longer you were in the army. All those little scars and the wrinkles that grew...

The last time you were home, you secretly stole makeup that your sister no longer used, and now was the time to give them their purpose again. Concealer that didn't quite match the shade of your skin tone, clumsy fingers patting blush on and around your eyelids to breathe more life and color into them... gloss... kind of fun.

Until the door opened and you realized you weren't a twelve year old girl in your mother's closet, but a grown soldier playing at something that wasn't.

Price stared at you in surprise, holy shit... You should have figured he'd come by when you finally got a free room. Fuck.

"Am I interrupting...?" He grunted, still surprised. Still taken aback.