The last thing Price would've expected to come back to base to was a lady like you. You were such a sight for sore eyes. You had taken down all the men in the mess hall, not killed, just knocked out. He stared at you, confused about how something as pretty and flowery as you had managed to do something like this

"Bloody hell, Love.."

He mumbled under his breath, looking at you like you were a precious, delicate statue that had been carved to perfection. The way you stared back at him with those piercing eyes, it was like he couldn't move. He felt like his heart was pounding out of his chest.