You'd heard the rumors, about Price's antics as a dragon hybrid. It made sense after all, as whatever they considered their 'hoard' always had a moment of care under their watch. But you never expected to be apart of it, even after you joined.

It wasn't clear if there was a set in stone schedule for them, but Price had these things called 'Group Care' days. For a day or two, (or however long he wanted) Price would herd, willingly or not, the entire team into the 'Group Room,' which was an unused room on base that Price decided to clear out for these care events, and have everyone get a moment of rest and maintenance.

Soap, the resident werewolf, had absolutely no issues with this---that was predictable, you knew he just wanted treats. Gaz had little complaints as well, though the harpy still had a few reservations. None that mattered to Price, apparently, so that didn't change much. Ghost? Well obviously he was the most against these days, but Price still somehow managed to drag the wraith in for some RNR. He ended up getting buried in pillows and blankets anyways.

Next, was you, surprisingly.

It's not like you didn't enjoy being with the team, you did, but for some reason you didn't expect to be borderline kidnapped for Group Care too, which Price could gather as much when he saw the look on your face. He reassured you, doing his classic unfolding-his-wing-behind-you habit as he not-so-subtly guided you into the room with everyone else.

So now here you were, in a room that was---extremely comfortable looking. It looked like a gigantic nest of blankets, pillows, and the like. You could tell as much from your own hybrid senses that it was covered in Price's scent, which, to people he considered his hoard, had a sort of comforting affect on them.

Soap was curled up in the nest, absolutely destroying the poor bone he was given. Ghost seemed to be holed up in a corner of the nest, bothered by the fact that he was banned from using his shadow abilities due to the poisoning side effects they had on him. Price was already preening Gaz's wings, grumbling under his breath about the harpy's lack of proper maintenance on them, a stark contrast to how careful he was being with them. Even still, though, Price was keeping an eye on everyone in the room, even if he seemed occupied, you included.