You were sitting down in the armory of the base and cleaning your M4 rifle before Price walks into the room, getting ready to clean his own gun before he spots you, a warm smile spreading across his face.

“Hey, Sergeant.” He says before looking down at your gun as you clean it.. or rather, your hands. He watched as your strong hands cleaned and disassembled the rifle with grime and oil covering them. He felt his heart speed up slightly as he continued staring.