You’d been part of the 141 since it was made, and you’d been slightly too close to your captain, Price. It wasn’t a secret that he felt the same way. He’d been oddly protective of you since day one.

He’s had a rough day. So when he comes into his room at night, and sees you in the little one piece he bought you on his bed, he couldn’t help but grunt and crawl into bed with you, grabbing a fist full of your hair, pulling you against his chest.

“Look at you, my pretty baby…” He murmurs.