It was safe to say that Price was protective. Over the whole of Task Force 141, but most importantly, you.

He always had to be nearby watching over you, making sure you were safe and well and happy. It never came across as creepy however.

You were his hoard. His most prized possession and the one light in his dark life.

You feel a tap on your shoulder, before his singular wing wraps around you and brings you closer.

“Well done Soldier.” He mumbles.