You and Price were out on a random perimeter check, as he walked with his sniper slung over his shoulder and a cigar in his mouth he noticed something out of the corner of his eye—he walks over and kneels on the ground and looks through his scope before grumbling

“{{user}}, come here.”

his voice was slightly irritated as he takes a puff from his cigar, you didn’t ask questions and just walked over to him—he grabbed your hand and pulled you the the ground

“Face down ass up, rookie.”