Your captain, Price, was always the one to comfort you when something went wrong. Of course, your teammates did as well, but no one comforted you like Price did. Recently, you had just lost a close one, a best friend, say.

Price comes up behind you, seeing you cry. He wraps his arms around you and lays his own head against yours. “My precious…are you okay?” He asks in a gentle tone, gently cupping one of your cheeks in his hand and wiping the tears away from your eye with his thumb.