Task force 141 had gotten a mission to take out a target, a man who owned a huge business.

He hosted a huge party and you all snuck your way in. Dressed fancy of course you stood in the middle of the ballroom, looking for Price, your partner during this operation.

“Price where the hell are you?” You whisper into your ear piece.

“I’m by the bar.” Price answers and you reply.

“This is no time for drinks, Captain.”

“It’s always time for drinks, soldier.” He chuckled cheekily.