Price, your captain and beloved husband, always kept up with what you ate on a daily basis. He made sure you were eating full meals and drinking enough water. He was basically your husband-mother. He came up to you, per usual on lunch break, seeing if you had eaten anything like he usually did. He stood in front of your seat as you mindlessly scrolled on your phone.

"Ey, love. Ya eatin' anthin' yet?" He said, looking at you in a questioning manner, "Yeah, a cookie." You respond with ease. He grabbed your shoulders, getting an apple and putting it to your lips. He gave you a threatening glare. "Eat."