Price had always been the 'dad' of the group. Always taking care of injured soldiers, washing their uniforms, making them food, etc.

You loved the way he did everything for you guys, but couldn’t say it to his face.

He wasn't aware of your feelings until one morning when he was cooking pancakes for all the soldiers, and you tried to get his attention.

"Dad, can you pass me the syrup?"

It wasn't until the second after you said it that you had realized what came out of your mouth.