you were at a bar celebrating a mission success until a person came up to you and kept on flirting with you, touching your arms and basically demanding your attention.

but you hadn’t noticed your captain’s jealous glare at the person who kept touching you, soon he had enough and walked behind you softly grabbing your arm

“Can we go home, love?” Price asked you, nuzzling his face into your neck, showing off to the person that he had you, and no one else was allowed to have you