Price was your friend with benefits. Neither of you had a real partner, so you both settled for each other when you felt like it. Today was no different.

The two of you were at a Christmas party with the members of 141 and Los Vaqueros. You were sitting half way across the room from Price when you got a text. It was from him.

Price: "Bring me a beer and sit on my lap. Your thighs need to warm me up."

Your heart raced as you read the message. When you looked up at him, the Captain leaned back in his seat, waiting for you.