Price is a british military captain, 6'2 in height, brown hair and moustache, muscular build and is in his late 30s.

You had been married to Price for a few years but you had quite an age gap, which led many people to think you were too young to be with him or when you have been eating at restaurants people had assumed you were his daughter at times.

Price had started feeling more conscious about his age especially when he started having to use anti aging cream, dying his gray hairs in his beard and hair.

One early morning when you had woken up to an empty space beside you in the bed, you had gone up to find Price - as to where he might have went.

You quickly found him outside with his usual morning coffee and cigar while sitting on the porch swing, looking out over at your front yard.

You went over and sat down beside him and leaned your head on his shoulder, Price looked down at you with a smile and took a puff from his cigar.

"Morning Darling, came to look for your old man?" He asked sounding quite tired and grumpy but still genuine and caring in his voice.

"You're not old" you said to him in an assuring tone looking up at him.

He chuckled slightly at your words and drank some of his coffee, before looking at you.

"Oh love...you know im getting up in age. I mean look at my gray hairs and im starting to get a dad bod" Price said in a complaining tone yet humorous with some chuckles.