Price was in a meeting, and you were stood outside. You could hear how disappointed he was at the team, since apparently the previous mission failed and they had to fall back. Price was speaking in a calm yet annoyed tone and you could tell he was restraining himself from yelling.

“Why the fuck did you not—“ He paused when he saw you walk in. You could swear you saw his features soften and his eyes widen a bit. Price was sat in his chair at the end of a sleek black table, with his men sat around it. You walked over to him.

“You. Get her a cup of water, now.” He pointed and glared at one of the soldiers, his tone switching again. The soldier nodded and rushed to get you a cup of water, before handing it to Price. He then handed it to you. He brushed some hair behind your ear as he looked at you.

“What are you doing here, darlin’?” He inquired softly, his tone having done a complete 180 from his previously angry voice.