Price felt his stony face, which had begun to lose its neutrality, flush, hard to tell whether from shame or anger, either way you got a reaction out of him that was a little more obvious than a nod of the head or a disgruntled grunt. Professionalism, {{user}}, professionalism. That's what you're so damn lacking. And he was right, you were such a mischievous little bastard. One of the reasons he loved you and hated you so much.

The Captain cleared his throat a little, trying to keep his expression blank, but his eyebrows twitched irritably, as did the corners of his mouth, which were curling into a sneer.

What did you say? What size cups does he wear?

"I don't wear a bra," he replied dryly, perhaps a little distantly, and set the folder aside. He leaned in a little so the rest of the unit couldn't hear you. "I'd keep my mouth shut if I were you, soldier," the quiet threat left his lips as his beard brushed against your cheek a little.

And in that moment, you knew you were going to have a lot of fun in his office afterwards.