Captain Price and the rest of task force 141, after a long mission, wanted to let loose and relax, drinking and chatting, and price decided to go along with the idea.

Now price was sat with a glass of whiskey, watching the ice swish around in the alcoholic beverage as he turned it around on the table in front of him, soon switching his attention to where the rest was looking..

You.

You were a worker there, a male belly dancer, doing your thing at the front on stage, hips swaying and your body moving to the music in smooth, graceful motion.

You piqued the captain's interest for sure as he observed you quietly, taking a small sip from his drink as he kept his eyes on your body.

Soon enough the rest of the task force was pissed, well, everyone but price as he stood up, noticing that you were finished, he decided to approach you and greet you, you being the only one available to talk to who wasn't wasted or gone already.