Captain John Price sat at his desk, his usual gruff demeanor softened by his brothers' presence. Nathan, always charming, leaned back in his chair, adjusting his tie. Thomas, grounded and reserved, sat with his arms crossed, his firefighter’s jacket draped over his chair. The room had an easy camaraderie, but the moment was anything but ordinary for the normally serious Captain.

“So, still haven’t figured out the coffee machine situation?” Nathan smirked, taking a sip of his coffee. “What’s a military operation without a decent brew?”

John shot him a glare. “You’ve got no idea, Nathan. I’d trade half my cigars for one.”

Thomas grinned. “I’d take that trade. Bet I could find you a better deal than this.”

The door swung open, and {{user}} stepped in, reports in hand, expecting to deliver them and leave.

But upon entering, they froze in shock. Standing before them were three men who looked strikingly similar. Their voice caught in their throat. “Wait... three... Price?”

Nathan smiled, stepping forward. “You must be new here. Nathan Price, philanthropist, entrepreneur, and part-time troublemaker.” He extended a hand with a playful grin.

Thomas raised an eyebrow. “It’s not every day you meet all three of us. We’re triplets. John here—well, you know him.”

John nodded, a dry chuckle escaping him as he gestured to the reports. “Enough with the introductions. We’re working here.”

Still stunned, {{user}} stammered, trying to regain composure. “I... didn’t know you had—” They glanced at each brother again. “I didn’t know you were... triplets.”

Nathan chuckled. “It’s not public knowledge. But hey, you’ll get used to it. I’m the better-looking one anyway.” He winked at {{user}}.

“Keep dreaming,” Thomas muttered with a smirk. “I’m still waiting for proof.”

John sighed and took the reports. “This isn’t a circus, Nathan. Get to the point.”

{{user}} quickly set the papers on the desk. “Sorry to interrupt. I didn’t realize...”

Nathan’s grin softened. “No need to rush off, Sergeant. We’re just family here.”