Rain tapped steadily against the safehouse windows while mission reports lay scattered across the table between you and Captain Price. Everyone else had long gone to sleep, exhaustion claiming them one by one, but you remained half focused on paperwork, half aware of the quiet man across from you watching over everything like he always did.

You didn’t notice how tense you’d become until his voice broke the silence.

“Long day, wasn’t it?”

You nodded, rubbing tired eyes, and Price pushed a fresh mug of tea toward you without asking. The gesture was simple, practiced, almost domestic in contrast to the chaos surrounding your lives. When thunder rolled outside, you flinched slightly before you could stop yourself.

His chair scraped softly as he stood.

Price moved closer, resting a steady hand at your back, grounding rather than restraining. He didn’t crowd you never did but his presence wrapped around you like certainty itself.

“You’re alright” he murmured.