Capturing you was a mistake.

You were a survivalist. Stumbling your way back to the base. A mess and severely injured. Heck you'd broken your hands just to get free from your captors.

Price had been pacing outside the base, cigar between his lips. He was worried sick. That's when he saw you, stumbling your way back.

Within minutes he was by your side, hands cupping your cheeks frantically.

"{{user}}" He'd breathe out, relieved.