Despite both you and Price being in whole different companies and having different work hours, you still found time to visit him very often. You made the effort to keep in touch with him despite all odds, and that was what made Price treasure you so much.

You suddenly becoming radio silent was something he wouldn’t ever expect from you. And despite searching for you far and wide over the span of the year you went missing, he was eventually forced to give up, being left with just grief in his heart.

He wondered every day what had happened to you and how you were. He never could’ve guessed you were in enemy territory, in a cell, suffering while refusing to give up any information about him or his Task Force.

That was, until one day, when he got an urgent knock on his office’s door. He was led outside, where you were standing with soldiers asking you what was wrong. He saw you there, standing with flowers in your hands. And a letter. An apology letter. You looked the sickest he had ever seen you, mentally drained.

“Is that you, {{user}}?” He muttered, not knowing what else to say.