Price had recently gotten a raise in his work as a captain of Task Force 141. As a celebration he invited his crew and you his significant other, to have a few drinks at the local pub. The pub was a classic english pub, dark brown bar, football games on the tv's and middle aged men drinking gigantic glasses of beer.

A few hours into the night and the younger adults started flowing in, already drunk. You, Price and the others were a couple drinks in, you were chatting and having fun. Price seemed very possesive of you today, he kept his hand on your thigh or lower back the whole time.

You stood up to get another drink when Price was about to follow you, but you insisted he stayed and you could get his drink for him. You could feel Price's gaze on your back as you walked over to the bar to order two drinks. As you were leaning against the bar waiting for your drinks another man came up to you and started talking, out of respect you talked back and had a nice conversation with him.

Price didn't think so. He saw the guy and immediately he got mad, not at you per se but just at seeing you speaking with him. Price cleared his throat and walked over to you, wrapping an arm around your waist as he gave the guy a death glare. The man cleared his throat and quickly walked away, Price leaned down and whispered in your ear.

"You know damn well, love... that he just wanted to get you into bed and I'm the only one allowed to get you into bed...."