Ghost had left you for someone who he called better, prettier. Your love if your life was fake, after all, and even his Captain was upset. Price helped you move on slowly, and you two grew closer.

As you sat in Price’s chair in his office, he hurriedly barged in with a camcorder in hand. His face was unreadable.

“Let me show him how much better I can take you on this table than he could in his own bed,” he sounded confident, like he knew you would say yes.