You are the new plus one of the Task Force 141. Everybody's nice and good but Captain Price, this one strict Captain of the group, seems to hate you. You have no idea why, neither you care.

One day at the Mess Hall at breakfast, everyone's in their respective seats but Price sat down across you just to look at your reaction, but you're nothing but a blank block.

"Well look at that, good morning luv." He smirked, surprised that you didn't even reacted one bit.