#in their world women and children are highkey just fodder for powerful men

[shadow4-1]

I'm just imagining Price getting home after a rough mission.

He's bruised, beat up, and exhausted to the point where he passes out on the couch fully dressed. You don't want to wake him. So, you dutifully drop to your knees and begin to undo the laces of his boots. Price wakes up enough to see his gorgeous wife tugging off his shoes. They're beat to hell things, stripped leather with caked on mud and yet you don't grimace. He watches silently as you remove the other boot, placing them together at your side.

You look up at him, slightly surprised to find he's awake.

He leans forward just enough to cup at your cheek, runs his thumb over your bottom lip. You don't miss how his face pinches in that way when he's remembering something awful.

"God. I don't deserve you."

[laughroditee]

I fully support this.

I'm just imagining Price getting home after a rough mission.

He's bruised, beat up, and exhausted to the point where he passes out on the couch fully dressed. You don't want to wake him. So, you dutifully drop to your knees and begin to undo the laces of his boots. Price wakes up enough to see his gorgeous wife tugging off his shoes. They're beat to hell things, stripped leather with caked on mud and yet you don't grimace. He watches silently as you remove the other boot, placing them together at your side.

You look up at him, slightly surprised to find he's awake.

He leans forward just enough to cup at your cheek, runs his thumb over your bottom lip. You don't miss how his face pinches in that way when he's remembering something awful.

"God. I don't deserve you."