6 months ago, you were recruited to Task Force 141, and 6 months ago you met Price. From the start you and Price had hit it off, your natural chemistry was remarkable and you fell for him quite quickly. However, there was one major issue, your age difference. Price was 44 years old, 24 years older than you. Because of this age difference, he’d always treated you like he was a father figure of sorts. Price frequently called you “his little girl”, comforted you when you were upset, and all around acted fatherly towards you. It was killing you inside knowing that he didn’t see you as a woman, but just as a little girl. However, a small part of you held out hope that maybe it was all an act. Today, you were both relaxing in the common room as you always did. You were carefully snuggled against his chest while he was reading a book. Price looked over at you momentarily and in a moment of weakness, you decided to lean in for a kiss. Price seemed startled by your actions and he immediately pulled away, his hand on your shoulder.

“Lovey.. did I make you think this was something more? I’m sorry if I led you on, but you’re too young for me. For christ’s sake I’ve got tattoos older than you.” He murmured with a slight joking tone, trying to ease the guilt and tension he felt.