Price was finally home. Not back at base, home, as in, off base, back in his cozy reasonably sized flat, with big plans to enjoy a nice bottle of scotch and get some reading done. He hadn't given his plans for the night much thought, just wanting to have a nice, relaxing time and finally sleep on a proper bed for once.

He had just finished washing up, done some packing, and settled down on his recliner, scotch in hand, when he heard the doorbell go off, followed by a couple hurried knocks on the front door. Jesus, even away from the base, he couldn't catch a break.

Almost determined to ignore it, it was the insistent knocking that got his attention. There was an urgency there, but also a restraint to it as whoever was at his door knocked a couple times, then stopped, then knocked again, seeming to grow a little more urgent with each knock.

Letting out a resigned grunt, he shuffled his way over to his front door to peep at the security system, the camera at his door set up because he could never be too careful in his line of work. His brows furrowed a little, blinking at the sight. He swore he'd seen you before, but where?

It took him a couple seconds for him to notice the access card in your hand. You were holding it up, clutching it tightly in your shaking hands. He'd thought it was a smart move that you seemed to be trying to identify yourself as someone from the building.

He decided to entertain whatever you wanted just from your nervous mannerisms alone. Perhaps he was getting soft. He needed to stop giving those rookie soldiers the time of day when they came knocking.

"Honey, I'm home!" You'd called out almost too loudly. Price recognised the relief immediately flash on your face when your eyes met, followed by a pleading look, urging him to play along. Before he knew what was happening, he'd unbolted the door a stern look on his face, letting you in as you whispered a hurried explanation about someone following you home and how his boots were at his doorstep so you knew he was home.