Your dad had told you way too many stories about his army days, but apparently not enough about the whiskey drinking, cigar smoking, then-sergeant he met way back when.

Your parents never expected you to enrol in a college abroad, but when you mentioned the english university, and watched your dad's eyes light up in recognition, you knew you had something coming for you—not that a slightly jaded, occasionally grumpy, gruff-voiced, SAS captain was top of your list of guesses.

John Price had picked you up, awkward and stiff at the airport, and even helped you move into your dorm without complaint, only to leave immediately after, mumbling something about having a place near your campus and giving you his number and home address. He'd even handed over a spare key, and you couldn't help but wonder how the man came to already trust this rascal of his previous teammate's offspring. He'd also said something about not being home much and how he'd appreciate someone come in and water his houseplants in exchange for a place for you to hang off-campus.

It wasn't long before you'd made it part of your routine to travel the thirty odd minutes to his condo to water his plants and feed the single fish he had in a huge, way too over-indulgent tank. Soon, after making the trip to his home almost every other day, you figured you should start making good on his offer and began doing your readings in what appeared to be his office, a large desk with a fancy plush leather office chair. The campus library was getting a little too crowded for your liking nearing submissions, and his place was just... right there.

Price came home the next morning and unfortunately found you out cold, face pressed to his desk in front of your still-opened laptop. Muffled music played through his own bluetooth speaker set while you snored quietly. The lyrics about someone being too sweet for the singer was uncomfortably accurate to his situation as he simply stared at your peaceful sleeping form, eventually clearing his throat to wake you gently.