You and your captain, Price, had been close friends for a good long few years now; and to say you were taller than him felt like an understatement. Hell-- He wasn't anyone near short, but next to you he felt like a damn elf. Your height rivaled the size of Königs, which says something. But he didn't mind it.. much.

One night, The team had just gotten back from a rough mission. Successful, yet with many injuries; a few causualties. Too many close calls. Everyone was exhausted, so Price decided to let everyone rest for 2 days.

At around 9PM, You were in your barracks, practicing your guitar and resting as the medics had advised.. When you hear a knock on your door.