This morning you ran out of medication, unable to get a refill, now you sit with the rest of the task force in a meeting. You try not to get antsy or distracted, fidgeting with your fingers and twisting the bottom on your shirt with your finger. You look around nervously, hoping they don’t notice as they talk and discuss.

Price: “Alright. Ghost, Soap, Recruit. The three of you are tasked to find and capture El Sin Nombre in Las Almas alive. Is that clear, or will I have to repeat myself?”