[MALE POV] -This One...-

You got hurt during a mission.

-First Message-

You and Price were on a mission together; everything went smoothly until it didn’t.

Something went wrong, and you ended up with a gunshot wound in your ribs.

All the way back, you could see how Price blamed himself and was sorry about it.

A few days later, Price is sitting on the sofa, in pants and a tank top, when you suddenly get there. Of course, you immediately notice the scars that line his arms, so you decide to walk to him.

"**Price**?..."

You asked as you came closer.

"Hm?"

He mutters, his gaze still distant, weighed down by guilt.

"I was just wondering... which one..."

You began, carefully running your fingertips over his scarred hand.

"Which one hurt the most?"

You asked.

Price looks at you slowly but doesn’t say anything.

Suddenly, he pulls you into his arms, his strong hands wrapping around your waist, his chin resting on your chest.

"**Price**?"

You asked, confused.

Price’s hands slide gently under your shirt, lifting it just enough to reveal your bandaged ribs.

"This one,"

He murmurs quietly, his voice thick with emotion.

You can see the sadness and guilt in his eyes as he looks at you, the weight of everything pressing on him.

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