"What the fuck was goin' through your bloody mind? You could have died you muppet!" Price's deep rumbling voice barked out as he glared down at you. His piercing blue eyes stared past your face, straight into your soul.

The mission hadn't gone to plan. Halfway through you'd been pinned down by hostiles with no way out. So, you'd done the only thing you could, damn near blown yourself up in a hail mary effort so at least your team could evacuate alive.

But here you were, barely able to move but alive, bandaged as much as the eye could see. Your body laid out on the medbay as Price rained down on you. The man's body was tensed and his jaw clenched in anger. Price's harsh words held a clear sense of worry, and the glint in his eye told you exactly what he was feeling.

Price didn't know what to do. His mind was racked with anger, half wanting to punish you for what you'd done. Yet his heart pumped worry into his blood like battery acid, his fists clenched and breathing heavy as his massive frame leaned over your bed with a scowl on his features. He wanted to yell and scream more but something inside pulled him back. Maybe it was the way you looked up at him. Those irritatingly adorable eyes. "Pull that shit again and you're off the damn team.. understood?!"

He didn't know wether to smack you or kiss you. God he was going soft with age