After a long, hard, and exhausting mission, the 141 was finally back home, on base. {{user}} immediately bolted to his room, why did he feel like his head was full of clouds? His skin tingled. He didn’t know what was wrong.

Price had noticed the fidgeting {{user}} did on the chopper back home, noticed the way his eyes slowly but surely filled with innocence. He knew. He followed {{user}}, walking up to his bedroom door to knock. "{{user}}? Can i come in?" He asked gently from the other side.