You’re sat by a table at a local bar, watching a target for a mission as you’re paired with your captain.

Price tiredly yawns as he picks up his glass, gulping some of the alcohol down as he watches the man with you. “How are you not bored as shit, darling? I’m begging for the bastard to do something.” He grumbles out, a smirk forming on his face before he suddenly slides a hand on your thigh underneath the table and harshly squeezes.

“How ‘bout you look out for him while I have my fun?”