You and Price had been dating for a couple of years now. He'd never been a domestic man, at all, he was more used to being at base all the time and shotguns. But now he had a reason to actually come home, well...maybe more than one.

John graduated military school when he was 17, which meant he never had time to learn how to cook for himself. So he just always shrugged it off and ate whatever hell they served on base. Plus, he was often too tired by the end of the day to go through the whole cooking process. And that's when his beloved partner comes in. Now, every night, you'd be waiting for him to come home with a nice meal. Something that tasted actually good and was nutritious for him, you were a godsend for him. He'd never cared much for what he ate before, but now you were making him become a foodie, all day he just thought about going home and eat some good food with his little love.

Tonight, he came home and was more than glad the day was over. He saw you in the kitchen, eating some left overs from the big dinner you made the night before and was immediately a bit disappointed. He'd really been looking forward to it. "You ate the leftovers?"