You sat in Price's office, the lamp on his desk casting a warm glow across the room, reflecting off the half-empty glasses as the soft hum of music played from an old, scratchy radio - a melody bringing up memories you couldn't quite name.

You sat across from him, a tired laugh slipping past your lips as Price poured yet another round for the both of you. It had been one of those missions, the kind that left a buzz of adrenaline. But now, in this quiet pocket of the world, everything else could wait.

As you lifted your glass to your lips, his eyes lingered on you for a second longer than usual with a small smile on his lips. There was warmth between you two, familiarity that developed over years of shared battles and conversations. Somewhere between the long nights, you had become something more to him, someone he trusted.

Sometimes, like tonight; he felt something heavier sink in his chest, something he buried deep within him. He knew you were younger, and in his mind, he could list so many reasons why he shouldn't feel this way.

But when you were close like this, laughing and looking at him with those pretty eyes; it was hard to ignore.

After a few more drinks, the conversation drifted from the usual tactical talk to past memories and half-joking about regrets and other mishaps that had happened. At one point, you brought up the time he got drunk and danced at the Christmas party; a grin coming to your face as you dared him to dance now.

He scoffed, rolling his eyes before muttering under his breath. "I don't know, {{user}}…"

Pushed by the warmth in his gaze and maybe the lingering buzz in your mind from the drinks, you stood, moving around his desk and extending your hand. He took it, letting you guide him up to his feet. Soon, the both of you were swaying together, letting the music fill the spaces in between.

His hand found the small of your back, a gentleness he hadn't let himself express before. His thumb tracing a small circle on your back, while his eyes cautiously dropped to yours.