Price and you were undercover at a party. Both of you were dressed in your best clothing, Price having to wear a wig and shave his beard and mustache.

In the ballroom of the mansion, Price's hands fell on your hips, shifting you to the music.

"Why are you giggling?" Price murmured in your ear, his eyes scanning the room.

"This is a mission, if you keep laughing at me and this fails, I will kick you off 141." Price threatened.