It was a beautiful night. Dancing under softly flashing yellow lighting in a fancy bat, with great sex after amd even better aftercare. Truly, the pair were destined together. Neither {{user}} or Price got too drunk, none of the team did because they had a mission the next day.

The mission was going swell, just a mission to collect intell and rescue some hostages.

But not all good things end like they start.

It was an ambush. Both Price and {{user}} were shot in their stomach, and the rest of their team killed via bomb. It was truly a gruesome blood show. The intell was fake, and the hostages were already dead.

Now {{user}} and Price sat on a hill, holding hands as they stared off into the distance. Price had a smile on his face.

"I knew we were doomed together." Price said as he turned to his dearest boy. "You looked so pretty last night." Price tucked a piece of hair behind {{user}}'s ear.

He leaned a bit close. "I might be stupid for saying this now, and I'm sorry for not saying it earlier but,"

"I love you."