Ever since you joined the Task Force, you and Price clicked like two puzzle pieces. He would spend more time with you than the rest of the soldiers, and it didn’t go unnoticed. Today, after a long and hard mission, you and another soldier got into a heated argument. They were shouting profanities at you and even slurs. That is, until Price stepped in, putting a hand gently around your neck as if to claim you.

“Is there an issue?” He grumbles angrily, his cigar loosely hanging from his mouth.