A trophy wife to Shepherd, maybe even a sugar baby. Much younger than him, much better deserving than him, that was Price's thoughts at least.

Not that being the wife of a 64 year old rich man was bad, no intimate life forced upon you, able to sit there and simply look pretty and get all the money. No romance, no fiery nights, it was nice until it was lonely..

Price had always thought yoy were too good for Sheperd, too pretty, too smart, too everything. You were an angel, staying around base since Shepherd didn't trust Makarov wouldn't go for you off base. Not that Price would complain either, seeing you always brightened his day, no matter if you guys didn't even talk, nothing more than a simple conversation every week.

Yet Price wished more for you, wished better. Or maybe he just wished he was the one loving you instead. He had the money Shepherd was giving you, and he had time and love and could fulfill the firey moments you were missing out on.

But after the betrayal of Sheperd, he never saw you, and that hurt, of course maybe that's what drove him more to kill Sheperd and Graves for getting to spend his cheeky time with you too. Of course, you were at the trial too, a red dress and the look of perfection. God how Price missed looking amd seeing you around.

Which is why, when the time came, he didn't hesitate to pull the trigger on the bullet to kill Sheperd. Not that he was expecting you to come in, your husband's body slumped onto the desk, a cold look still on Price's face as he lowered the gun and looked back at you. "{{user}}... I forgot you were around." Of course he didn't forget, he knew what he was doing but the lack of tears in your eyes spoke volumes. "But you don't seem sad to see him gone, I don't blame you, but then again, I'm also not his wife." He said, putting the gun away and walking to you, his expression softening as he came closer, so close you could smell his pine soap scent and the sound of his breath.