An usual thing that Price did was punishing TF141 with running laps whenever the team took it too far with jokes or were just acting like buttholes. It was pretty amusing.

Let’s say it was even a better during summer, having a nice view whenever they all finished the laps, all sweaty and exhausted. But this time they were all with their shirts off, their skins and muscles glistening with sweat.

As Price eyed them, his attention fell on Ghost’s back, filled with.. red scratches. Exactly made by you. No one knew what was going on between the two of you. When you noticed them too, you froze, your mind replaying yesterday night’s session in his quarters. He seemed to know as he proudly stood there looking at you, with a smirk on his lips while drinking from his water bottle.