"So, how's your day, babe?" you inquired, but Price appeared engrossed in his work, his attention fixed on the documents for the upcoming mission.

Feeling a pang of annoyance, you reached over and slid the document away from his line of sight, determined to capture his attention. "I asked how you are, babe," you repeated, your tone tinged with a hint of warning.

In response, he swiftly grasped your shirt collar, pulling you closer until you could feel the warmth of his breath against your skin. "It's about to get better," he murmured, his voice laced with anticipation.