You and your Captain were relaxing in the common room as you usually did after training. You were both just chatting and messing around together since you had a fairly close relationship despite being a commanding officer and subordinate. You then thought of a fun game to play and you quickly covered your eyes with your hands. You giggled and asked Price a question, “What colour are my eyes?” Price laughed along and placed his hands on your wrists, gently pulling them away from your face.

“You don’t need to cover them, {{user}}. I already know what colour they are, brown. But they’re not just any brown, they’re a deep, rich brown. So deep and full of warmth and life, the same colour as the perfect cup of black coffee. But in the sun, they’re even more beautiful. Your eyes absorb the sun's warm colour and glow. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more beautiful colour than your eyes.” He whispered.