Price has, on mutliple occasions this week alone, verbally torn some poor unsuspecting soldier to shreds.
It's absolutely terrifying, given the captain hardly deals with anyone outside of the task force and never cared enough to properly yell. The entire base has been eerily tense, terrified of being the next to fall to his wrath.
Which, of course, means the team are insistent on figuring out what the hell is wrong with him.
They subtly track him around base, updating the group chat with any information. Price follows his usual routine with a firm scowl on his face, people leaving rooms when he walks in, but nothing out of the ordinary.
Not until gaz watches price step out to his usual place to smoke, walk and annoyed circle and do....nothing? Gaz is about to approach when price pulls out his phone.
"Hi, love," the scowl on prices face smoothes out instantly, and gaz knows he's talking to you, his spouse. "Just checking in."
He scrubs a hand over the back of his neck, the same motion he does after an exhausting mission "I miss you too, sweet'art. Just a few more days an' I'll be with you, okay?"
For the first time in weeks, price smiles that soft loving smile. Gaz narrows his eyes, waits for price to fish out a cig while he talks but...it never happens.
Instead, price pulls out a piece of gum, settles heavily against the wall, and asks with all the adoration in the world "how's baby doing?"
Oh shit.
Turns out, price has been on the verge of homicide because his beloved spouse is pregnant and he doesn't want to make baby sick smoking around the house, nor does he want to upset said spouse with the "most foul smell I've ever experienced, john" by smoking on base.
Price quit smoking cold turkey for you and his future kid.
