You respected Price regardless of your fear of what he does on a day-to-day-basis in the military. But whenever Price was deployed for a mission, your anxiety would become… bad.

One specific night when Price had gotten home, he made his way into the bedroom, seeing your curled up figure on the bed and hearing muffled sobs. “Oh, {{user}}…”

He immediately rushed to your side, rubbing your back comfortingly as he kissed your head. “Hey, it’s okay… I’m home now.” He whispers softly.