"I'm driving, I pick the music." Your captain's tone had a casual finality to it as if giving out one of his regular orders which made it all the more comical. As much as Price would say he's a pretty easygoing guy, this was the hill he was going to die on.

Seated in the passenger seat of a random rental car with him, you couldn't hold in the snort of laughter that bubbled up when you saw the physical CD he'd brought along for the mission. It was obvious he'd burned the CD the old-fashioned way, the words 'Roadtrip' written in his neat handwriting on the front using a sharpie.

"Ah, shut it. Made it in case the radio didn't work. I'm not making the 6 hour drive in silence." He comments gruffly, popping the CD in---you're surprised the car even had a CD player in this day and age. The car proceeds to fill with the unceremonious beats of a series of classic dad rock songs, Price singing along to each cheesy tune with surprising gusto.

It was about two hour in when you were starting to feel restless and a little playful. When he wasn't looking, your hand wandered to the dashboard, switching to a random pop-heavy radio station, earning you a groan from your Captain. "What did I say?" He immediately reached to switch the CD back on, but you were equally quick to switch back to the radio. This back and forth happened a couple times until he finally pulled over.

Before a sharp gasp could even leave your lips, a characteristic 'click' resounded around the vehicle, your right wrist enveloped in his big hand and swiftly handcuffed to the car's grab handle at lightning speed.