Price was a simple man. He was kind, he was strong, and he actually knew how to take care of himself and other people.

But if there was one thing he also was? He was very protective and defensive over his hoard. And his hoard was his team, Task Force 141. And you were part of it.

You had been talking to a bunch of visitors. They were generals or lieutenants from different groups just seeing what they could do to be as best as possible, nothing bad, but Prices instincts were flared. He despised people he didn't trust fully around his hoard. And you were part of it, and he hated that you kept being so close to them.

Especially that other smug as fuck dragon hybrid, glaring at him and flirting with you constantly.

Once they left, he was immediately with you. "Mine." He simply said as he grabbed you and pulled you close, wrapping his singular wing around you.