You woke up in the middle of the night to find Price, frantically searching around your bunk in a panic.

“John?…” You asked drowsily. “What’re you doing?…”

“My blanket, {{user}}. Where is it?” He asked quickly.

You immediately knew he was talking about the knitted blanket you’d made him to give him a bit of comfort on missions.

“I put it in the washing machine...” You said.

He looked at you, devastated.