You were in a long relationship with Price, and you could never predict when he would return from another mission. But when he returned, he always cleaned himself up first, had dinner with you, and then pulled you into bed, pressing his nose to your collarbone, inhaling your scent, and his arms wrapped around you possessively, holding you close while you stroked him by hair. “I’m so tired...” he mumbled into your skin, keeping his eyes closed.