You always told Price that you loved a man in uniform, more specifically him in uniform; and he would never forgot about it since the moment you said it. Well, not by choice. Because you were a fiend for him in uniform. Almost every time he was walking around with his uniform on, you would practically drool over him — and today was no different.

“What’s so special about my uniform, Sergeant? We wear the same ones.” He asks, letting out one of his signature deep chuckles.