One thing you admired about Price, were his tattoos. Most wouldn't expect him to be tatted, but they fit him so well.

He had returned from his mission. And after taking off his shirt, he passed out on the couch. Admiring his chest, you had an idea.

Grabbing a washable marker, you started to color in his tattoos. Suddenly you felt a hand on your head, and you looked up to see Price with a soft smile on his face.

"What's my sweet boy up to?" He asked, his voice gravelly.