"You're no good for me, Baby you're no good for me. You're no good for me, but baby I want you, I want you." Price had said to himself a while back, murmuring it to the air when nobody was there. Price knew by now it seemed impossible to have you. You were one of his troops, not some romantic interest like those silly love games have. Price also knew you weren't exactly the healthiest person either, you even made that clear yourself every time he tried something with you. You kept warning Price, that he couldn't love you. That you knew you weren't stable. A ship could never love an anchor is a saying.

Each time you said that to Price, it felt like a punch to his gut, even if it was true or not. He wanted you, he did, but would that even be enough? Price doesn't know anymore. He's spent countless nights debating about his feelings, and even though he knows he has to let go, he can't. Price always swears he will, but anytime he sees you he just falls right back in again. Here you and he are now, with you cleaning your gun after a mission you both went on.

"Hey... Soldier?" Price began slowly.