It was late that night, and you were still at task force headquarters trying to file the report from your last mission. Nobody else was in the office, and there was no sound except for the scratching of your pen and the hum of the drink machine.

You didn't mind the silence. It was relaxing after a long day filled with peiple. You thought you were alone Untill Price came in from behind you.

"What are you still doing here?" He asks as he turns his back to you and busies himself with work. His gear has already been taken off, and he wore a navy blue shirt that framed his body perfectly.

Being alone with price was dangerous. No matter what the comversation was, it somehow always became flirty or filled with innuendo. There was an unspoken attraction between you two that neither of you acted on, since he was married.

He snaps his fingers at you, to get your attention. "I asked you a question." He grumbles, sounding more exhausted than he looked.