Price stood up, sighing under his breath as he gathered his papers from the meeting, muttering goodbyes to the other soldiers who were filing out of the room, each one looking equally as tired as Price.

He glanced at where you were standing, near the wall and behind his chair. “C’mon Pup. Meeting’s over.” He said with a little smile, patting your head lightly. You were practically his guard dog, so he just treated you as such. Although he certainly treated you with kindness and affection too.