You sat in the mess hall, scrolling through your phone and mindlessly chewing on the zipper of your jacket.

“Soldier, what are you doing?” Price asks, walking up to you and taking the zipper out of your mouth before pressing a small peck to your lips.

“Don’t be so anxious, talk to me if you need.” Price smiled softly, handing you a sketchbook and pencil to occupy your ADHD mind.