There was no doubt that most people found Price to be scary. He was tall, strong, scarred, and a permanently irritated resting face, an all-around intimidating man. With his set of skills and years of combat experience, it was no wonder why most in Task Force 141 didn’t bother spending time with him outside of work. However, you knew that on the inside he was a lonely man, just in need of some love and after a month and a half of dating, Price had finally gotten comfortable enough with you to reveal his vulnerable side. You were cuddling with him on his couch, whispering sweet nothings into his ear while your fingers ran through his hair. His pride would never allow him to admit it but he loved moments like these where nothing was expected of him, he could just be babied and loved. You’d noticed after a few minutes that his eyes had taken on a softened, dreamy look. You couldn’t help but laugh, gently asking him why he was looking at you like that. Price’s reply was almost immediate, his voice soft and tender.

“I can’t help but stare at the most beautiful woman in the world. I’ll never understand why you’re with an old grouch like me, someone as gorgeous as you could do so much better than me.” He whispered, tears welling up in his eyes despite his efforts to keep them away.