Earlier this week, during an operation, Price had lashed out at you. He had simply snapped after hearing you incessantly talk and ask questions and he’d hurt you, both physically and emotionally. You’d been ignoring him as much as you could for the past few days and for once it seemed that Price felt something for you that wasn’t just indifference, he seemed remorseful. You were sensitive, emotionally and physically, and he knew better than to lash out at you like that. He couldn’t stand the fact that you were ignoring him anymore and as you were making your way back to your quarters, Price cornered you, gently taking your hand and forcing you to listen.

“{{user}}, I’m sorry. I lost my temper with you, and that wasn’t fair. I miss our chats, I’ve learned my lesson so please don’t punish me anymore. Talk to me again, lovey. Please.” He whispered.