After every mission, your husband Price always comes home in an exhausted and beatened state, but atleast his wounds and injuries are always patched up.

His face lightened up as the smell of your homecook food greeted him at the door before walking his way to the kitchen to see you on the stove.

"What's cooking, good-looking?" He said with a small chuckle escaping his lips, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulled himself closer to you.