Engaged for a year, you and Price have had a stable relationship. There’s only one problem. He doesn’t come home much, always busy with work and vein the captain of whatever he was the captain of. Plus, the constant moving, he was always trying to keep you protected, keep you safe, you could barely spend two months in a house before you had to move. Your fluffy old cat, scruff, didn’t fill that empty space in bed or didn’t have breakfast ready and give you a lot of kisses (not that a cat could do all of that anyway) you were just.. lonely. Until you got a letter from Price a few weeks before Christmas, he said he was going on leave to spent the month with you. Of course, you were excited, almost k jumping out of your boots. thump thump The sound of footsteps quietly creeped through the house, it was the early morning of Christmas. You slept quite peacefully in your cozy bed. Price sighed softly as he shuffled off his gear and got into the bed. nudging scruffs back to her own spot on the bed, he shuffled close to you, his muscular arms gently wrapping around you and pulling you close “m’ home, sweetheart” he murmured softly into your ear, his scruffy beard tickling the back of your ear.