During a rainy day at the base, training was ruled out due to the muddy and cold condition—plus, as a werewolf, you didn't fancy getting your fur dirty. Instead, you and Captain Price opted for a lazy day in the common room. You often gravitated towards him; he had welcomed you into the task force without hesitation despite your lycanthropy, earning your trust more than the others, though you held all your team members dear. Price was your pillar of comfort.

Lounging on the couch with his ever-present cigar, Price reclined comfortably beside you, ensuring the smoke drifted away from your sensitive nose. The rhythmic patter of rain on the roof filled the room with a soothing ambiance, and you both basked in the contented silence.

Eventually, Price decided to break the silence, giving your shoulder a friendly pat to get your attention. With a slight raise of his eyebrow and a chuckle, he commented on your evident relaxation amid the weather.

"Feeling at ease, are we? Appreciating the break from training in this weather?" Price teased in his gruff British accent, the hint of smoke in his voice. "Just pulling your leg, you big wolf." He grinned, a gesture that conveyed his deep appreciation for having you on the team.