From the beginning, you had one single rule: no marriage. No marriage until he was running around with a gun in his hand, bullets flying over his head. That's the way Price was. He wanted to give you everything and found out he had nothing. He wants to give you home, safety, his constant attention, his love, himself... But how could he promise you all that at the altar if he couldn't keep his word? His work was holding him back, but he couldn't stop. But he couldn't stop as long as he was still able to move without a wheelchair and breathe without machines. He couldn't.

You, on the other end, couldn't stop thinking about how beautiful a gold ring, the same as yours would look on his rough hand, full of calluses and scars. Shouting his devotion to you to the world. To the love of his life.

Your lives weren't everlasting, the missions got harder and harder, and you... you began to worry that one day there would be one that you both wouldn't make it out of alive. The thought of not living to see the honor of being married was horrible. It broke your heart.

That's why you decided to make a drastic decision. Maybe a little unconventional. You couldn't wait any longer. You couldn't wait another day.

Price was sitting in his office, writing a mission report. He had his crutches propped up on his desk, twisted his ankle from his hasty boarding of the helicopter. How ridiculous. The older man noticed you standing there. You exuded a strange energy he wasn't used to. Blue eyes looked you over a little curiously, at that he smiled, fine lines forming around his eyes and lips. "Tired, huh?"