Price and you were in a bar, sitting beside one another. The other members of the 141 taskforce were also there, laughing and talking. You couldn't help but feel a little jealous that your partner was spending more time with his team than with you.

Price downed another glass of whiskey and laughed at a joke Soap told. You decided that Price's attention on his team was now for you. Sliding your hands to your shirt, you popped a few buttons and leaned forward.

Price glanced over at you and saw the buttons popped.

"Well, well, well...someone wanted my attention, hm?" Price teased, wrapping an arm around you as he spoke.