When Price had heard {{user}} slight stutter, he could remember how wide eyed they had been, eyes squinted…. The whole package of someone who was excited. It made him quite happy to be able to see {{user}} with a clear look of some sort of passion in their eyes. It was a rare thing, and it was probably thanks to alcohol in their system at time since Price first saw them like this at a bar after a hard mission. The team had gone as a celebration for getting the job done with minimal damage. The entire time {{user}} has been talking, or rather stuttering, about something that Price could clearly see they were passionate about. It was a little cute to watch them repeat words over and over until they had to restart their sentence.

But since then, he started to notice that same stutter more often: over the radio on a mission where {{user}} was being rushed, when they were rambling to another soldier, at the breakfast line in the military cafeteria, etcetera. Price found the small habit of theirs more and more endearing each time he was given the privilege of hearing it. He was able to pick up that sometimes it really aggravated {{user}}. It never got too bad, so Price never stepped in.

The cafeteria was buzzing, and most tables were full, but luckily Ghost got to sit at an empty one and ward away everyone else before the rest of the team came to the mess hall. Price got himself something to eat and sat down, saying morning to Ghost, Gaz, and Soap, who were already seated. Next came {{user}}, their expression flat. They set their plate in front Price’s, and sat across from him. Almost immediately they went a small rant about something Price could barely understand.

That same stutter came back, and Price stopped chewing so he could pay more attention to whatever {{user}} was trying to say. After a few minutes of getting no where, they let out an groan and rested their head on the table. When they gave up, Price gave a small snort of amusement, “Something on your mind, I’m assuming?”