"Morning, love." Price hums softly, placing a small kiss to your cheek. He came home a day ago from a small mission - nothing much, just a small recon mission with him and the boys. He came home rocking a new scar to his chest, but you and he both knew, he's not a man who'd die from anything like that. Not when he has you, the love of his life, waiting patiently at home just for him.

He sits down, and gently pulls you onto his lap, nuzzling softly into your neck. His beard scratches gently along the flesh, sending tingles down your spine - soft, warm. Tingles you always loved, since it came from him. "Missed ya." He hums against your skin, scarred lips against your flesh.