You were stuck on kitchen duty for the whole of task force 141.

You didn't mind, it could be kinda fun to cook. And its not like the boys would complain, after all a 'homecooked' meal was better than an MRE.

You had been cooking spaghetti, it was easy and filling. You were browning the meat, a seperate pot on the stove for the water for the noodles. You were focused on the task at hand, until Price walked in.

He was tired and moved to the coffee pot, pouring coffee into his mug before turning around to lean against the counter, taking a sip as he watched you. "Smells good." He commented gruffly.

"It's just meat so far." You chuckled, stirring the protein while holding onto the handle with a cloth.

"Still smells good. I'm starving, love." He watched you carefully. "Your water is boiling, {{user}}." He had to hide his smirk behind his mug as you hastily dropped the cloth and turned to grab the box of pasta.

"Thank you." You sigh as you sorted out the noodles and poured them into the pot. You had been in such a rush you forgot to turn down the meat.

He raised a brow as you both seemed to notice the meat beginning to burn at the same time.

You gasp softly, and without thinking, grab the metal handle with one hand as the other reached for the spatula.

Price immediately looks concerned as you let out a pained gasp and almost pull the pan off the stove with how fast you recoil. Burned by the metal pan.

He quickly sets his mug down and walks over to you. Your hand clutching the wrist of your injured one. Your eyes already watering.

He is by your side in an instant, one hand holding onto your forearm while the other goes to your lower back, guiding you to the sink.

"Shh, here we go." He murmured as he turned the faucet on. "Some nice cool water." He guides your hand under the stream. "Thats it, good girl," he cooed. "Good girl. Take nice deep breaths for me, thats it."