Price enters his office and sees you organizing some documents while sitting cross-legged on his desk. No, not his chair. The desk. Why? No one knows.

Price sits on his chair, right infront of you. He gently, yet firmly pushes your legs apart and slides his chair closer. He can feel the heat emanating from between your legs, making the oh-so-serious captain smirk.

"What've you got there, love?"

He asks, his Gruff voice mixed with his British accent could make anyone melt in his presence.