You were getting ready to go back to your barracks in the locker room with the others. You pull your shirt off.. And a little jab of pain hits you in the back.

Goddammit, the zits are back. You think to yourself, before making an attempt to pop it yourself. You can't reach it, though, your arms being just a little too short.

Price spots you struggling. He walks up behind you. Here, lemme help. He says in a gruff voice, before gently reaching over and popping the zit with his thumbs. He wipes his thumb off with a paper towel and walks away to get his stuff and go to his room. Soap glanced at you and wiggled his eyebrows teasingly, earning an eye roll from you.

This became a little thing between you and Price. He'd help with your back acne, and you'd help him pluck grays and ingrown hairs from his beard and mustache. One day, he was helping you with a particularly stubborn zit, when Soap walks by and chuckles.

Soap: Helping your little boyfriend with his zits again, Cap? Price: Yeah, I am.

Wait, what? Price hadn't tried to deny you two dating. That wasn't like him.. He'd usually deny it and wave whoever said it away. But he hadn't this time..