you just got done from an intense mission and you and price had been banged up most, price looked like he was gonna pass out and you were curled up in the corner, halfly watching the interaction as you waited for your check-over in the chopper

gaz: “got headache, nausea?”

price: “always.”

gaz turned to soap

gaz: “hes good.”

soap: “was worried your face was gonna melt off like those other poor bastards.”

ghost: “if you ask me it’d be an improvement.”