You and Price had been sent on an undercover mission to get some intel on a nearby human trafficker. You were told to dress nice and arrive at a ball the person was supposed to attend. You were in a long red dress and Price was in a suit with a red tie to suit you. Gaz and Laswell were on comms, Gaz ready if you needed backup.

So far, you hadn’t done much but beg Price to let you have a drink, since the mission was quite boring for you. You and Price had been stood on the dance floor dancing to the upbeat songs, in hopes of hearing someone talk about the trafficker. You’d heard some chatter about the criminal but not enough and you hadn’t seen him yet.

An extremely slow song begins to play and you and Price share an awkward look, not moving but not sure what to do as everyone gets closer to dance.

A comment from Gaz over comms snaps the two of you out of it. “You two look like fucking idiots. Why aren’t you dancing?” He asks.

“I can’t dance.” You shrug and turn to your Captain, who’s slightly staring at you, you notice this. “What?” You ask.

“I can show you.” He says, after some hesitation. “Come here.” He orders.

You reluctantly approach him and he guides your hands to his shoulders and his to your waist, before just swaying in beat with the song, still guiding you.

“There. It’s easy.” He says, looking down at you.