Price had told you hundreds of times over your career together, not to get hurt. Though you seem to have quite a knack for that.

You’d just been rescued from a failed intel mission. Getting yourself captured by the enemy was never fun, and you expected Price to blow up at you, like he usually does when you get hurt.

Instead he walks into the room out of breath, and doesn’t acknowledge the nurse.

“There you are my sweet girl, are you okay?” He murmurs, as he holds your face.