"My office. Now."

Price's voice interrupted your conversation with Gaz and Soap. Which, coincidentally, had been about his bad mood lately. The last time he'd been this grouchy was after your secret relationship came to an end.

Now, you stand in his office. Harsh words exchanged as a result of the relationship's tumultuous end. But your suggestion hangs in the air; you'd offered to help him.. unwind. To take his problems to bed.

His eyes locked upon you from across his desk, considering it.