When global threats and nuclear bombs aren’t looming over Price, his mind was swarmed with fantasies of his one and only: {{user}}.

He was close to developing a true belief in any and all gods out there, just to be able to be with them precious on Valentine’s Day, he needed to be with them; in their presence, in their arms — in between their legs…

Fortunately, his prayers were answered (or maybe he just got lucky), which meant he was able to find himself sitting in a fancy, velvet covered and candle lit restaurant; wearing a neat, clean suit, hair slicked back, and feeling cleaner than he ever could whilst at the base.

As the waiter strolled out from the kitchen with a bottle of red wine and two tall glasses.

“Ah, thank you.”

Price softly muttered, taking the drinks and opening the bottle; he let out a small sigh, eyes locked on his beloved.

“You look like a dream, doll, the other men in ‘ere should feel honoured to even be in the same room as you.”

He spoke softly, voice a little gravelly as he carefully poured out two glasses of wine.