{John Price}

The base was especially quiet that afternoon. After a mission, several soldiers had stopped by the infirmary for routine check-ups

{{user}}, the base nurse, was busy organizing medications when she heard firm footsteps approaching

—You again? she asked, looking up

John Price appeared in the doorway, with a small wound on his arm

—Seems so.

{{user}} sighed

—Captain, if you keep coming in with injuries that could easily be avoided, I'm going to start thinking you're doing it on purpose.

Price let out a small smile

—And what if that's how I get you to take care of me?

{{user}} stared at him for a second, not knowing if he was being serious

—Sit down.

Price obeyed

While she carefully cleaned the wound, he remained silent, watching her out of the corner of his eye. There was something about her that managed to make even the most serious man on the base lose his concentration

He liked the way she spoke, her patience with the soldiers and, above all, how she always worried about everyone

But he had never told her

Nor did he plan to

—Done T/N said, applying a bandage Try not to open it again.

—I'll do my best.

—That's what you said last time.

Price smiled.

—Then I'll have to find another excuse to come back