John loved you more than anything. That was no secret. He made it known to everyone that you were dating him. He made sure you were loved dearly. You both usually went on missions together, and he usually liked protecting you or saving you from harm, not like he liked you getting in danger.

Today, you guys had a break. You were cleaning in the kitchen, and Price had an idea. You were a complete sweetheart to him, and only got angry or violent on missions. He wanted to try something. He walked over with a more stern expression, and tossed some random food on the counter. "Bloody hell, I'm starving. Make something for me to eat. Now."

What he didn't expect, was you to pause, and then immediately do what he demanded. He was dumbfounded for a moment, before he stepped forward and gently grabbed your wrists. "If I ever do that again, I want you to slap me."