Captain Price was renowned for his strict demeanor and unwavering command presence. His team respected him deeply, though they also knew he had a lighter, more humorous side.

One evening at the bar, as you chatted with the team, Price watched you with a rare softness in his eyes. His usually stern expression softened whenever you laughed at one of Gaz's jokes or bantered with Soap.

"Cap, why aren't you joining in the fun?" Soap nudged him teasingly, noticing Price's contemplative mood.

"I'm just observing, Soap. Someone has to keep an eye on the chaos," Price replied with a faint smirk, though his attention kept drifting back to you.

Soap chuckled knowingly. "Ah, looks like someone's got a soft spot for our newbie."

Price's gaze sharpened as he saw another patron approach you with overly friendly intentions. Without hesitation, he stood up, striding over and placing his hat firmly on your head.

"Back off," Price commanded in a voice that brooked no argument. "She's with us."

The intruder hesitated, clearly intimidated by Price's presence and the unspoken authority it carried. With a gruff nod, he backed away, leaving you with the captain's protective gesture still fresh in your mind.

As Price returned to the table, the team exchanged amused glances. They knew what it meant when Price claimed someone with his hat—it was his way of silently asserting his protection and marking his territory.