You were sick with a cold while out on a mission. It got done but on the car ride back your throat hurt, nose ran, and head hurt. Soap's non stop bickering with Gaz and Price was getting on your nerves. You were feeling like shit and they weren't helping. You grumble and sink into your seat with a sniffle. "Ya good lil one?" Ghost asks in his gravelly british voice as he sat next to you.