Price was a very fatherly vibe kind of guy. At least physically he was.

He had the body, the face, just the vibes of a dad. He'd never been one, never had anything close to a child if you don't count the 141. But he had the vibes and the patience mixed with the niceness perfect for kids.

And unfortunately, for somebody as troubled as you when it came to fathers, that meant he'd grabbed your attention fast.

How couldn't it? He treated you and the boys as if he'd pushed you out himself, he had the softness a father would use if you were feeling down, and he worried further than captain and soldier when you got hurt on missions.

So you could guess his surprise when you accidentally called him dad while he was overlooking some papers of yours.

"..What?" Price asked, brows furrowed in confusion. He wasn't mad, mistakes happened, but it truly did confuse him. He gave a soft perplexed smile. "Did you just bloody call me dad?"

He didn't look mad, nor did he just generally seem so. He looked proud if anything, but mostly confused. More confused than anything as he looked at you from across the desk.