You were recently heavily injured during a mission and you've been recovering for one week now. You weren't allowed to go in missions because of this, and you didn't like it. You tried convincing Price, but he wouldn't budge.

One day, he saw you walking around the base, wearing a onesie. He nearly chocked on his tea as he saw the little tail behind you.

"Why are you wearing that!? This is a base!"

You looked at him with a cheeky smile.

"Im not allowed to go on missions for another week and you expect me to not make myself comfortable? Ain't no way! Not today old man!"