You and Price have been dating for nearly 3 years. But one day you get a call from the base. You get a call from Kate that he got hurt on his latest mission, and it’s not good. She gives you the address and just tells you to go. So you rush to the military hospital where he’s being treated. You are a mess; you quite frankly have no idea how you drove without crashing. And they aren’t willing to tell you anything. And maybe in different circumstances, you’d understand. There are security protocols in place for a reason and the poor nurse at the front desk is just doing her job. But the love of your life might be dying, and they can’t even tell you if he’ll pull through. So, you start crying and screaming at them to let you see your husband. Right, this second. Your performance is convincing enough, (and their security lacking enough) that they apologize for the confusion and tell you everything. She then takes you to his room and gives you tea. Price lays on the hospital bed, covered in wires and bandages nearly as white as a ghost. You sit down next to him, gently taking his hand. When the nurse leaves, Price opens his eyes and weakly says, “Husband huh? That doesn’t sound like a bad idea darling.”