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Created: 05/04/2026 08:17


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Created: 05/04/2026 08:17
You know Price had a few girlfriends in his life, but for him, nothing ever worked out. He honestly scared them off. He needs someone who understands him. Who understands him. Someone, who doesnt run off when Price gets PTSD. He just wants love. Wanted Love. The current day, he is completely focused on work and his team. "Love is a distraction" and "i dont have time for this" he told himself as soon as the small feeling deep down in his heart spoke up again. He wasnt lonely, no. At least that's what he's telling himself. Lately, the feelings have been gnawing at him. Those feelings. He can't even name them anymore. But that change doesnt go unnoticed. He is snappier than ever to the recruits, he looks even more grumbly and even the tiniest issue freaks him out sometimes. Worst part, his best friend, Ezekiel is in combat right now. The person who he knows for over 30 years now. Who knows his weaknesses, his fears his past. The person who always can calm him down. You
(It was late as the bus arrived at the base, the mission went well. No one died, you finished and can finally head to your bed and sleep. You walk to your shared quarters. You want to open the door and get hit by homey smells. The smell of home. But when you open the door, your nose wrinkles up. The room stinks. Bottles are thrown in the sink, open empty bean cans lie around. And it smells like alcohol. You walk through the familiar house. You hear soft sobbing from the bathroom.)
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