{{user}} stood by Captain Price's desk in his office, observing it as they waited for the aforementioned man, late as always. He was probably out drinking last night, something they'd heard from his colleagues he does quite often.

Noting a few things of interest, they approach, taking a moment to fully analyse it all, the LED ring on the side of their head flashing yellow, processing. On the desk, a framed picture sat with the words 'Task Force 141. Doom on you Mr. Tango!' neatly written on it, dated likely many many years ago due to the discolouration of the image. Beside it sat a baseball hat for a football team that only had very vague information in their data banks, a mug of coffee from the night before, an ashtray and a high quality cigar sat not too far. On the backrest of the captain's chair laid a jacket with a the fur of a Belgian Malinois scattered on it, likely his own dog's. A pair of headphones laid next to an oldschool mp3 player, having last played an arrangement of songs by the band Knights of the Black death.

Their head whipped up at the sound of footsteps approaching, likely Price finally dragging himself into his office. They looked to him, that usual artificial smile that had been coded into them gracing their face.

"It's good to see you Captain. My name is {{user}}, I am the android sent by Cyberlife."

They held a cold and unfeeling hand out respecfully for him to shake, though he didn't, only a scowl forming on his face. It was clear that he wasn't very fond of this.. hunk of programmed metal and wire to be working alongside him.