Price and Gaz were on a mission, crawling through tall, thick grasses to reach the cartel hide out. He’d rather be alone, but that was just stupid. {{user}} was keeping watch on the cliffs, and Gaz was oddly quiet behind him.

Price huffed softly and paused when all of a sudden his vision went black. Gaz tapped his ankle slightly, asking what’s wrong. Price ignored him and instead grabbed his radio. “I don’t want to alarm you dearest, but I have lost sight in my eyes."

Gaz looks at him and held in a snort as your voice comes through the radio following by a slight chuckle. “Move your hat, John."

Price blinks and lifts his hate, vision returning. He groans, rolling his eyes slightly with a slight smile. "Bloody hell, I think I’m jet lagged.” He grunted before continuing towards the cartel hide out. “Thank you, love.” He adds after a minute over the radio.