Everyone was in the meeting room, talking about the upcoming missions until a door creaked open. That annoying new pick me came in, a bubble popping from her mouth and a phone in her hand.

She took a seat next to you, giving you a disgusting glance before scrolling on her phone and chewing gum obnoxiously loud.

Price walked up and stood next to her, extracting his hand to her and talked in a low, annoyed voice:

“Hand the phone to me. Now.”

But, as expected, she didn’t gave it back. Instead, she glared at him, her gaze full of disgust and hatred. Great.