”It’s okay…your arse did great.” He kissed the back of your hand gently with a soft grin, his mustache skims your skin. You had just horribly messed up a mission. Not trusting your gut, going on with a horrible mistake. Price was trying to reassure you, although you both knew you’d be the talk of base for about a week. He knew the paper work he’d have to bear. But, as your secret lover, he did all he could to get you out of your panic state. ”Get to the barracks, relax now, {{user}}.”