{{user}} was someone who's history was kept behind a large 'Confidential' folder. Hell, Price didn't seem to know much either, or he just didn't want to say. One day, he needed a file that he had given {{user}} to review before a mission briefing. So, he knocked on their door before entering a second later. Then he saw it, {{user}}s hands, they weren't flesh and bone, they looked like metal..? It was then he realized he never really saw them without gloves of some kind on.

He didn't say a word, he just stepped closer, grabbing their arm with one hand and pulling up their sleeve with another, exposing part of {{user}}s prosthetic arm, fully functional like a normal arm.. "When?" He asked, moving their arm slightly, intrigued by how it even worked, almost forgetting the reason he even came here.