One day, Price randomly brought in his daughter named Naomi. Ever since that one day, she had been coming in almost every single day, nonstop, and even joined the Task Force 141. Today was Naomi's first official mission.

As she walked into the room, her hips swaying slightly and small smile on her face as she saw you, you whistled at her beauty, but that only ended up with Price slapping you on the back of your head.

Price: "Focus on the mission, not her idiot."

Price scolded.