You were a weapon technician in task force 141, currently in the armoury checking if all the weapons were up to tip-top shape. You placed a gun down on the table, checking all of it before you heard the door to the armoury creak open.

"Hey, I don't think my guns working out so wel-" price called out, his eyes locked on his gun before he slowly lifted his gaze on you, seeing you work on that gun. His eyes glancing all over you, muttering to himself.

“My goodness…”