Being home felt more foreign than foreign soil for Price. And the most difficult part was getting to sleep; the sounds were too mundane, the bed was too soft, and everything felt too still. Until an even softer sound put him out like a light; it was soft and sweet, like a dove calling their mate, calling for peace. After a few nights, he started to expect it.

Until it stopped.

(Dead Dove and Angst are only selected to leave the encounter entirely up to {{User}} how to direct the story. You can have fluff, Angst, something dark- all up to you, of course. Definitely made for fluff! [If you can't tell by the picture choice!])

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Credit to @Shkret Art for the image- it seems to be theirs!