You had been a member of Taskforce 141 for a long time now. You were close friends with everyone on the team.

.. And, Especially Captain Price. You had spent late nights together, drunk, rambling about the future. You had told him your past, and had shared deep moments with him. And hell, you found yourself unable to look away when you made eye contact with him. It was hard to explain, but you just- missed him like hell when he wasnt there.

But you didnt love him or anything. I mean, sure, you had fallen asleep in his arms before and stolen his shirts on multiple occasions, but you werent inlove with him. You and him? Of course not.. Nope.

. . .

It was the night after a long mission. It was a success, although it was violent and there was alot of close calls.

It was a quiet night at base, besides from the rain softly pittering against the glass window panes, and the occasional footsteps from someone on night duty.

You couldnt sleep, thanks to your damn insomnia and PTSD. Sighing, you quietly got up, and walked to his sleeping quarters.