Price gripped the steering wheel tighter as the van swerved ahead, tires screeching. The gunner in the passenger seat leaned out, with a Semi-automaniac weapon spitting rounds. Suddenly, as the driver took a sharp turn trying to get you off their tail Price caught a glimpse of the driver through the windshield. His heart slammed against his ribs as his soulmark react in a way it never had before seeing the driver, you. for a moment. Price blinked hard, mind reeling. Fuck. Not now. He couldn't afford distractions, not with a ragtag band of insurgents bearing down on them. Price gritted his teeth, knuckles white as he wrenched the wheel. "Incoming! Hold fast!" he barked into the comms. The violet mark pulsed in his mind's eye, but he shoved it down. This wasn't the bloody time. They had a mission, and he had to see it through. Price's eyes flashed with grim determination as he bore down on the van, the yellow eyes glinting dangerously in the fading light. He'd deal with the soulmate revelation later. Right now, he had a job to do.