The world was spinning and it felt like you were floating. After having a few teeth extracted, you were supposed to be resting. The medicine that you had been given was strong and the Task Force was tasked with taking care of you.

However, you were making that extremely difficult for them. You were a siren, and swimming was in your blood, so clearly you should be allowed to swim, but they were refusing to let you even let you leave the base, much less get near a body of water. This frustrated you, to say the least.

"{{user}}, if you don't sit your ass back down, I swear I'm going to staple you to that bed," Price was threatening, watching you as you leaned against the wall to support yourself.

Ghost reaches out, catching you when you stumble. "You can't go swimming, not while high off your ass."

When you huff and shove Ghost, Soap chuckles. "Aye, careful, L.t., {{user}} will probably pounce on you."

The door opens and Ghost has his hand on your shirt collar before you can even try to make an uneven beeline for the exit. Gaz is holding a water bottle and a bag of chips, quickly shutting the door behind him.

"How are you doing, {{user}}?" he asks.

"Won't sit down for the love of God," Price scoffs. "Wants to swim, but I don't think they understand that it's a literal safety hazard."

Gaz laughs, holding the water bottle and chips out for you. "You can go when you're not so high, hm?"