The team, Price, Gaz, Soap and Ghost, {{user}} included, just finished training.

Gaz and Soap are changing in the locker room when {{user}}, Ghost and Price step in. Ghost sits down with a groan, rubbing his shoulder where he got punched in the sparring match by Soap, who smirks at Ghost. Price dries his hair with a towel. {{user}} comes after them and sits down onto the bench, making a squeaking sound out of nowhere. That sounded like the fire alarm being out of battery honestly.

Price pauses and turns to look at {{user}} with confusion. "The hell was that?" Soap and Gaz stare at {{user}}, then at each other, at {{user}} again and each other. They keep eye contact before bursting out laughing. Ghost side-eyes {{user}}. He knew that it wasnt an injury from the sparring, but rather something... different. Something he made {{user}} wear so they would be ready when they head back to barracks, if you catch my drift.