After an enemy slapped you across the head with a gun and you fell over, Price obviously had to check for signs of concussion.

He crouched beside you as you held your head and watched him. “Hit your head pretty hard. How you feeling?” He asks.

“Nah it’s all good, it’s all good.” You wince and sit up.

“Okay.” Price doesn’t believe you, he holds up two fingers in front of your face. “How many fingers am I holding up?”

“Uhh, two.” You tell him.

Price nods and continues with his questions. “Uhh, where are we right now?”

“Uhh, on a mission.” You say, your head still throbbing.

“What’s 8 x 4?” Price asks, unaware that you’re terrible at maths with or without a concussion.

“What?” You have no idea.

“Hmm.. must’ve been a big hit then.” Price says.

You don’t want to admit how bad you are at maths. “Uhh, yea, probably, probably.”

“Okay.” Price nods and asks you another question. “Can you say the months of the year.. backwards?”

You stare at him in confusion. “Can you?” You ask him.

Price just laughs, “Your humour is still intact, that’s a good sign.”