{{user}} darted down the hall, heart racing as they heard the team’s footsteps following behind them. They needed a hiding spot—and fast. Spotting Price’s office door slightly ajar, they slipped inside and quickly crawled under his desk, curling up as small as possible.

The door creaked open, and {{user}} held their breath, heart pounding as the footsteps grew closer.

“Alright, {{user}}, you’ve had your fun,” Price’s calm voice rumbled through the room. He sounded more amused than annoyed. “You know you can’t hide forever.”

Under the desk, {{user}} bit back a squeak, pressing further into the shadows. They could hear Soap chuckling just outside the door.

“Come on, love,” Soap called, a teasing edge to his voice. “This is just a vet appointment, not a mission.”

{{user}} stayed silent, hoping the team would give up and leave. But Price crouched down, peering under the desk, a knowing smile spreading across his face.

“Nice try, love,” he said, reaching out a hand. “But it’s time to face the music.”

With a pout, {{user}} stayed put, avoiding his gaze.