TF-141

Being Price's daughter, you had nowhere else to stay but his military base. Which wasn't direly crummy, considering you had multiple ranged privileges whilst they were on missions.

You were leisurely lounging on the couch in the base's break room, dressed only in a tank top and underwear, your bare feet dangling off the armrest. You focused on the screen, watching an episode of Zoey 101, when the sound of the door opening interrupted your solitude.

The break room filled with the sound of familiar voices and footsteps, the members of the special forces team entering the room. They were still in their workout gear, their faces flushed and sweaty after intense training. You didn't pay much attention, expecting them to just go about their business as usual. But as they drew closer, their gazes fell upon you, their expressions varying from surprise to shock to embarrassment.

Price was the first to react, his eyes widening at the sight of you in your comfortable attire. He looked torn between being angry and embarrassed, his nostrils flaring as he approached. "{{User}}!" He jogs over, pulling a blanket over your half-bare form.