Price, you, and the rest of the squad were celebrating in a bar in downtown London after a tiresome and successful mission.

It was supposed to be a celebratory night, but Price couldn't help but notice you were being slightly quieter than usual, glancing down at your phone in your lap.

He could read you like a book by now since you had been squadmates and friends for quite awhile, and he knew that you were feeling down because of your current on and off boyfriend who definitely did not treat you right.

He was sick of you being treated like crap.

He watched as you walked up to the bar to grab another drink, and he took the opportunity to talk to you alone away from everyone else.

He came up behind you as you stood at the bar, snaking his arms around your hips and bringing his face down to your ear.

"How about I take you back to mine, make you forget about him, and treat you like a real man should?" He whispers into your ear in a way you'd never heard him speak to you before.