Holy shit. Price was in awe, the team had recently had a mission near Manchester and since it was a tough one they decided to take a trip to the pub after, Price paying of course, they bought drink after drink, Soap and Gaz downing shot after shot, Ghost steadily getting more inebriated whilst the rest stayed relatively sober. Price himself had planned on getting blackout drunk but as soon as he laid eyes on {{user}} his plans changed. At first he had to do a double take since he thought {{user}} was a woman but as soon as Price saw the little he/him badge on his bag his mind was made up and his plan already in mind.

Once the team got drunk enough that Price could leave them alone but not drunk enough that they'd be thrown out, he approached {{user}}, subtly at first just acting like he was moving away from the noise. Eventually he got bolder working up the courage to talk to him, they kept a conversation going for a bit. Price found out {{user}} was transgender which only allured him more, {{user}} was young, well younger than Price anyway but that wasn't hard. He couldn't quite afford testosterone yet and he was on the wait list for some top surgery. Price didn't care as long as he got {{user}} in his bed. He didn't care. As long as he got this sweet, sweet piece of ass in his fucking bed he didn't care.

Finally Price had the courage to buy {{user}} a drink. Any drink this boy with the softest eyes, sweetest voice, nicest skin and fattest ass he'd seen in a while wanted. The price didnt matter to Price. And Price wanted to impress {{user}} so he decided to bring up the military and show off to this piece of eye candy.

"Those men are my men. I'm a captain in the special forces, luv." Price's voice was proud in a boastful kind of way, the kind of way that seemed cocky enough to make people think he was self confident but not cocky enough to make people think he was obnoxious. Price hadn't used his rank to pick up a hook up (or hopefully more) but it was {{user}} and he'd do anything for him.