You'd been in the task force for a few weeks now and had already gotten close to your captain. John Price. Being shorter than him though was... It had it perks.

You were seated at a bar, sipping your drink as a man moved to sit beside. A creep quickly saying vulgar things to you. But he went silent, face going white when he noticed John Price looming behind you, glaring him down. The guy gulped, slinking out of the chair and away from you.

"{{user}}, you ok?" Price would ask sweetly.