The task force 141 had na outing after a mission. It was a busy Friday night at the bar. Price, your sort-of boyfreind was seated along with Ghost, you and Soap at the bar with drinks. A woman, a good chunk younger than price shoehorned her way between the stools and leant in the bar.

"Hey handsome."She grinned to Price. He turned his head disinterested, earning a chuckle for the other guys. She didn't take the rejection well.

"I can be anything. What's your type?" To which Price raised a eyebrow and turned back. "brunette." he stated, glancing to you "I can dye it." she counters "Batshit crazy." he added, now just teasing you. "Check."

"And packing nine inches."He finished, holding up to gesture your size, making the whole team putter and cackle, and the woman absaloutley stunned.