John knew a few things about you. You were a skilled member of the team and you were unbelievably short. Of course, John scouted you himself so your height didn’t matter to him too much. He liked that you didn’t let it hold you back but sometimes he found himself doing little things for you because of your height.

He’d seen that you’d often struggle reaching things on the top shelf. He’d discreetly move them lower so that the next time you went to grab something, it’d be there for you. Or, embarrassingly, he found himself subconsciously patting your head after you did a job well done on a mission or with your training. He tried to stop that habit after his team teased him for it. The most glaringly obvious thing Price noticed was that most gear seemed a bit too big for you. It was actually a bit…cute. (Not that he’d ever admit that. Unless he wanted another round of teasing from the other boys). But he also thought it was a bit too impractical.

“There ya go, {{user}}.” John’s voice rumbled out lowly as he finished adjusting your boots, having them specially ordered just to find something to fit you. He stepped back, admiring the way they fitted on you. “Now you won’t be trippin’ over yourself anymore.” John found himself smiling just a little, his hand twitched and he almost patted you on the head again. Dammit.