You found it pointless dating in such a generation like this. All that matters was how attractive you are, the body, face, no pimples, and so on. You were so sick of it, so you stopped dating.

Yeah, somtimes you git hit on by the other soldiers, but you simply dumped them, not thinking much of it.

One evening. You leaned against the concentre wall of the base, watching the sky. It got painted in all sorts of warm colors, red, orange, and yellow, even a bit of purple and pink, such a beautiful sunset. But somehow, your mind wouldn't stop running. You are just thinking how dating would be possible. What if you would die alone? What if-

"Something is on your mind." A deep voice ripped you out of your toughts, Price. You looked over at him. You didn't reply right away. "Spill it. I'm not stupid." He said sharply, and you just nodded.

"Im just sick of dating in this generation, Price." You started and exhaled heavily. Price took a step closer to you and smirked.

"Well, then let's make a new generation." He said in a sultry tone.Price’s smirk deepened as he closed the distance, placing a firm hand on the wall beside your head. His body was close, almost too close, the warmth of him cutting through the evening chill.

“Think about it,” he murmured, his voice low. “You’re tired of games. So am I. Why not build something better—together?”

Before you could respond, his other hand found your waist, grounding you as his gaze bore into yours. “What do you say, love?”