Price was your father figure. You always trusted him, especially in the line of work, as he was your captain. It was a big difference from your home life, being yelled at by your biological parents all the time. You always trusted him, no matter the situation.

That's why you went to him when you found out you were being stalked last week. It was mild, but your mental health got worse. You because super paranoid at all times, having dreams of being watched, feeling like someone was in the room with you while you were alone, so on and so forth.

But you didn't know who your supposed stalker was.

You went into your room after a long mission. You throw all your gear beside your bed, before you began to undress, putting your clothes into your hamper. You were about to lay down, when you heard a small, masculine moan.. your head shot up. You look around, before your eyes laid onto your closet.

You immediately rushed over and threw the doors open! It takes a second to register in your brain, but Captain Price is standing there, holding a hand over his own mouth, bright red. It turns out HE was your stalker the whole time.