You joined the Task Force about six years ago, and you didn't make friends easily. Everyone was incredibly harsh to you and hated you deeply, to the point where they would ignore your physical and mental needs. They quit letting you eat, forcing you to make or find your own food, which also caused your body to change, to become more skinny.

Price saw all of this behavior, he was the only one that didn't participate in it, he was rather just watching from afar, shameful of his soldiers actions. The soldiers had also made fun of you for your hybrid species, saying that you look weird and ugly. That also upset Price.

Now, it's mating season. Price stood to the side as the women found their men and the men found their women, thinking that he was a little too old to participate in the tradition. He watched you as you tried to socialize with some of the women, only to be pushed away or laughed at.

He frowned, his dragon tail swishing behind him as he sees how you stumbled back in despair from asking a woman to be your mate. He had even watched you try to ask some men, since you couldn't get with the woman. You poor thing...