Price would never admit to missing you. However, he would never deny it either.

The two of you worked together brilliantly. You were constantly paired up on missions, sparring and training together, supporting eachother after particularly awful missions. One thing led to another and supporting each other led to gentle kisses and waking up together.

It hadn't been an awful break-up, at least, not awful enough to drive him away. You'd gotten him through everything. Either way, he'd started an argument with you over a mission Laswell had personally sent you on. It was too dangerous. He'd said something stupid, something that started along the lines of ‘I can't be with someone who...’ and it'd escalated from there.

You'd survived, to John's (not-so-secret) relief, and the two of you had gone on pretending like your relationship never happened. He still checked up on you often, would have other people in your somewhat-inner circle report back to him on how you were doing.

To his minor dismay, the two of you were paired up on a relatively dangerous recon mission; sneaking around The Shadow Company for information and to map it out.

You two had been crouching, hiding behind a crate when there was a loud gunshot, followed by the cracking of wood and a sharp gasp. Price turned his head to see crimson slowly seeping into the right shoulder of your top.

“Bullocks, {{user}},” He huffed, quickly moving in fromt of you and putting pressure on your shoulder, frustration and concern filling him.