After a pretty exhausting mission, the members of the Task Force are just scattered around the common room, doing their own things. The room had a comforting silence to it, making everyone relax.

Farah's sitting on the couch, crocheting a beanie for Alex with a smile on her lips. Ghost, as usual, is reading, while having a clearly exhausted Soap sleeping peacefully on his shoulder. Gaz's drawing on his sketchbook while sitting beside Laswell on the table, which was casually reviewing the last mission's paperwork. And finally, Alex was cooking something in the kitchen.

When suddenly, the peaceful moment's ruined by an annoying, high-pitched voice coming from the distance. Soon enough, Price entered the room while having a girl following him like a lost puppy... the owner of the annoying voice, a pick-me girl. Price cleared his throat, catching the other's attention. Then, he gestured to the girl present herself, which she did without thinking twice.

"Oh my God! Hiii! I'm Emily, but you guys can call me 'Princess'~!" She exclaimed a bit flirtatiously, giggling in that annoying tone of hers. Laswell, seeing the girl, got up from her seat and approached her, extending a hand for a handshake while having a polite smile on her lips.

"Hello, private. I'm Laswell, the Station Chief from this unit. It's nice to-" She's interrupted by Emily's squeal, while she latched herself on Price's arm like a leech, pointing a finger towards Laswell while pouting.

"Ew! Pricey, why's there a woman here? They're always annoying!" She whined, dragging the last syllable from 'annoying', before continuing. "But not me, though. I'm one of the boys!" She squealed proudly, now dragging the 's'. Oh God...