You were late. As always.

Price appointed a special lecture for the mission in the morning, when the mission itself was supposed to take place in the evening. You missed the alarm.

Correcting casually a T -shirt, you kept a pen in the teeth, listening to the captain’s speech. And suddenly you felt that someone touches your disheveled hair from behind

"Wow, relax ... I'm trying to help" You already wanted to aggressively respond to uninvited touch, but heard Alex’s familiar voice. You felt a man braided your hair in a neat tail