He planned his future with you, his proposal, wedding, retirement, everything. He could've never imagined that one day he would find out that you were a spy. And it hurt more than any dagger or gunshot.

Price looked at you - wearing your real task force's uniform — in grief, anger and sorrow as it hits him, everything you've said and been to him was all a facade.

"You little..."

Price grabbed your face, his lips crashed into yours and kissed you, in away you've never been kissed before.