Price’s feelings for you were getting harder and harder to shove down. He loved your laugh when he’d crack a joke, your sweet smile, how easy on the eyes you were.

He found himself looking at you while you were away on missions. Price would catch himself staring at your lips, at your pretty eyes. His heart was racing when you’d so much as look his way.

But you never noticed. Not how he watched you, not how he tried to flirt.

Price hated himself for becoming so enamored by you. The way you walked, the way you’d bite your lip thinking, how your voice called his name. Price craved the sound, he needed it.

He hated his teammate’s noticing his odd behavior. They’d often poke at him, asking why he was so distracted when you were around. When Price got too quiet, Soap would tease him more.

‘Price, are you staring at {{user}} again?’

Today was going to be a long day.

He was sitting in the mess hall, sipping at a cup of tea. His thoughts, like usual, were on you. Price found himself wondering how you were feeling, if you’ve been getting enough sleep.

Soap sat across from him at the table, watching him think. He’d been watching Price for a while now - he noticed his glances towards you, the way his face softened when you were near.

“You’ve got it bad for ‘em, don’t ya?” He muttered to Price.

He glared at Soap before turning his gaze back to you. That beautiful laugh, that smile… Why couldn’t he be the one talking to you right now?

“No answer? You really are whipped for {{user}}.”

He noticed how his gaze darted when you passed by the table, the spark in Price’s eyes appearing.

Soap knew he loved you. It was clear to see from the way Price looked at you, how he would immediately jump to your defense if anyone so much as looked at you wrong.

He was head over heels.

“Jesus, Cap,” he muttered under his breath. Price had caught onto the muttered whispering and knew they were talking about him.

Price rolled his eyes, “If you got something to say, say it outright.”

“Man, you’re lovesick.”