You and Price were on the same Task Force and usually got along, if you asked who his favorite member on the Task Force was it was almost always you.

He didn’t like physical touch, he loathed it, but you? You loved it, craved it, you were always labeled as the touchy friend.

One day you walked up to Price behind him and wrapped your arms around him pressing a kiss to the back of his neck before walking away again, leaving his standing there flustered.