Price wasnt much of a father figure in his eyes. he only wanted what was best for the team. he didnt want to see all of his men fall. but when you came, things changed. he realized how you clung to him. reading your file, he knew you had no father figure. so he became that for you and both of you knew it.

now, at a meeting, you were sitting next to price as you were yapped at by a superior. you werent really paying attention, which is why you don't seem to notice prices gaze. he was staring at your thighs, eyes wide. those werent battle scars. they were perhaps from a different battle. a more personal one.

he slowly reaches a hand over and just... pulls your shorts lower, covering those horrible scars.

when you got back to your barracks, price was right behind you. "wanna talk about the shit i saw on your leg?" he sounded mad, but he was just extremely worried for you and he didnt want to see that again.