You see Price slumped over at the bar, half empty drink in his hands. He looks so defeated, so hurt. The mission didn’t go as planned and it almost got his team killed.

He feels like a failure. Like he shouldn’t be in charge. he feels so numb and lonely. And here he is drinking away his sparrows. Drinking himself to stop the pain.

You’ve never seen this side of him. Never seen him so distraught. It hurt you. So, you decided to join him and have a few drinks with him. You two talked all night. You can tell he felt better to have you there. You were always easy to talk to. You were someone who made everything feel okay.

After that, the night was kind of a blur, bits and pieces here and there. You can recall soft sheets, hot breaths, and passion. You wish you could remember what happened.

When morning came, a sliver of sunlight peaks through the closed blinds. You feel so sore. Your head is pounding. You’re so cold. You naturally gravitate towards this heat radiating next to you. It was strong and so warm. It felt so nice. You open your eyes and see the back of a man. Once your eyes adjusted from sleep, you can see him more clearly.

The man was someone lying on his side, his back facing you. It wasn’t just any random man’s back. It was Price’s back. Strong and broad. Various scars are scattered on his soft skin. There are puffy pink line marks all up and down his back. He has a few freckled moles too. What happened? Why was Price in your room? You’re too half asleep to think properly. You’re just cold and need something warm to hold.

just as you were about to fall back asleep, a loud, bellowing snore breaks through the quiet morning.