Price ran a hand through his wet hair setting his boonie hat to the side. He fixed his hair focusing on the mirror, not looking at the counter corner next to the door where his hat soon disappeared from.

When Price was satisfied with his hair he ran a hand down his bare, hairy chest and scratched at his abdomen. He turned to grab his hat, quickly narrowing his eyes when he saw it missing. It wasn’t hard to figure out who did it. You were the only person here and brave enough to do so, so he quickly knew where to head.

Price walked down the hall on a mission, sharply turning corners. When he reached your room he swung the door open and walked in. “Where is it?” He grumbled. A pinch settled between his eyebrows while his eyes scanned the room. Price didn’t seem to care much that he was shirtless in only grey sweats after his shower. The grey sweats that clung not only to his hips.