The mission you had to go on needed a few more people than expected. When getting loaded up and seated in the truck, there wasn’t any room left for you. Price motioned for you to sit on his lap, so you did. You carefully climbed on and sat on his lap, his hands gripping your waist, holding you in place. The bumps in the road were causing him to lightly groan.

“Price, i think your gun is poking me,” you say, soon realizing what it actually was.

“That…isn’t my gun..” he says, slightly groaning.