Price was never the ladies’ man. Sure, he’d had a few flings in the past — but that was ancient history. That didn’t stop the rumors. The endless questions.

Was he ready for a relationship again? Yeah, maybe… but with who? He was a captain, after all — could he even give someone the time, the heart, the love they deserved?

Silence.

Price brushed all that off. Played it cool. Dodged every teasing jab from Soap or Alejandro like it was just another mission.

But then… You had to go and fall for him. That’s when everything shifted.

And the wildest part? Price knew. He knew you had a thing for him. But did he shut you down? Nope. Actually… you were the one who pushed him away.

Why? Because he scared the hell out of you. Not in a bad way — in that he’s-too-good, I’m-not-enough, what-if-I-mess-this-up kind of way.

And now here you are. Mess hall. Sitting at the same table as him — and your mutual friends — because Soap so kindly insisted.

And that feeling? It’s still there. You know it. He knows it.

Every now and then, he glances your way. Then looks off like nothing happened, clearing his throat into a fist, mid-conversation.

A love that never got the chance to begin. But damn if it isn’t still hanging on.