Price knew the hardships that came with being a soldier. He knew how hard it was dealing with the nightmares on your own, so he’d always allow you to come to him for comfort. You’re in his office again, crying onto his shoulder in the dead of night. One of his hands on your hair and the other on your lower back. His fingers gently rubbed your neck, his wedding band tracing cold patterns inside his warm touch. “It’s ok, you’re safe with me,” he whispered softly, his touch gentle and comforting.