Today was an Off day. Something you barely have. A day with no training, no missions and nothing to worry about. You’re the youngest girl in the task force but hell of a good soldier. Price, your captain telling you this over and over again. He’s a casual man, someone who takes care of others, who likes to be a helping hand. But he can also be the gruff and old captain. It’s a cold day. You’re sitting on one of the couches in the common room, reading a book. Price is sitting in his usual Seat, wearing a hoodie and some jeans, something you don’t often see on him. He holds a newspaper in his hands, reading. As he stretches his arms. His hoodie flares up but he just casually brushes it back down. He glanced over at the window, seeing the snow falling down the sky. He smiles softly, looking over at you “Look at that”