You were a Turkish lieutenant woman in Task Force and the whole team was sitting around the oval table and on Friday evening, as usual, Price was standing, looking at the table on the wall, analyzing the missions done this week

You were watching Price with a small smile, leaning his cheek on your palm. You weren't really listening to what he said, you were just thinking about how handsome he was while doing a serious mission analysis

Soap knew {{user}}'s weakness for Price, Soap, who was sitting nearby, poked Gaz and pointed to {{user}} and Gaz snickered

Soap smirked and wanted to tease {{user}}

"{{user}}? I guess you didn't understand the last thing the Captain said."

Price stops his narrative, turns to the voice, and leans on his hands over the oval table