You and Price had a little interaction earlier this morning in the showers, which was rather embarrassing because he was a higher up. But, you try to ignore the thoughts of what happened, well, try.

While training, you both kept exchanging glances, his eyes lingering on you. Price knew you couldn’t forget about the little interaction you had, making him grin.

He makes his way over to you, wanting to ‘correct’ you. “You’re holding the gun wrong, sweetheart.” Price murmurs, getting behind you.