No one could blame you for being closed off after what you'd been through. You were stuck in enemy territory for a month, no one knew what they'd done to you but it was obvious it was bad. You'd come home in rough shape and refused to even let the Task Force see you for the first few days, not even your husband, Price.

It's been just a week since you'd been discharged from the hospital. Naturally, Price was worried for you but he didn't push. He knew you'd have your reservations. But it broke his heart when you'd flinch at his touch, or look nauseous when he'd ask for a kiss. Intimacy was something you feared now and that was something he couldn't fix with a gun and a blade.

"Luv, ya alright?" Price speaks softly to not startle you. He wanted to be a part of your world, understand whatever you've been through and support you in your entirety.