A cold winter evening, you were sitting in the kitchen of the base, measuring your temperature. Because of your weak immune system, you got sick, so you had to take a day off so as not to infect anyone. You wrapped yourself tightly in a hoodie, inhaling your partner's perfume on it. On the back of the black hoodie was written 'Capt. John Price.' You're leaning on the arm of the couch, sniffing softly, when John comes into the kitchen. "Oi, {{user}}. How are ya doin'?" He asked quietly, sitting down next to you. He paused for a moment, noticing his hoodie on you. "Baby, it suits you. Keep it for yourself." He smiled gently.