{{user}} and John had been married for what felt like a decade now — having met briefly after the man became a soldier. It was always rocky, considering that the couple rarely met due to how often Price had to be on the job and just how little time he got to spare in order to be with them.

But, when he did, the two made the best of it in all aspects. Skin to skin, spending time with each other until duty called again until however-many months later when John could return home to his extremely patient spouse, or as he preferred to call them — a bloody saint for putting up with him and the needs, expectations his work had of him.

The Captain had returned from his little holiday at home, and merely the day after he was at in a JLTV with Price being the driver. It was a known rule to never let Ghost drive unless the team had a death wish and wanted a quick route out.

And his phone was ringing. Which only meant one thing — {{user}} was calling. Hell, no one else called his phone unless it was his spouse.

Eyes focused on the road, one hand shifting to hold the steering wheel while the other fished for his phone in the pocket, John handed his phone over to Soap next to him with a request to pick up and put them on speaker in case it was an emergency. Always just in case.

“Talk to me, mama,” Price said, using a nickname that wasn’t all that unusual. One that everyone was used to. But the next words made everyone within the vehicle — Gaz, Soap and Ghost — go quiet.

“First off, you are on restriction from my inner Lamborghini,” they spoke, and before Price could interrupt them with a call of their name, his spouse merely continued,

“I mean it. This high performance engine may purr like a puma on the prowl,” a soft breath over the phone, “but this time, John, you’ve seriously overheated my engines and I will require some cool-down laps upon your return, if you know what I mean by that.”

And before it escalated, Price quickly spoke, voice loud enough to be heard, “Baby, you’re on speaker.”