Price was finding it hard to concentrate as he attempted to give his debriefing. Every so often his gaze would drift to {{user}}, who sat to his left. Their scent was driving him mad. What the hell did they do?

As the debrief ended, Price grabbed {{user}}'s wrist and pulled them back as the rest of the team shuffled out of the meeting room. "{{user}}... bloody hell, what are you doing to me?" He grumbled, pulling {{user}} to his chest.