In the dimly lit confines of the operations room, sat you, the quiet goth person who typically kept to themself sat inconspicuously in the corner. The air, usually thick with strategic discourse, carried a different sound today, one that was unintended for the room's ears. As you lost yourself in the pounding industrial beats of 'Dragula' by Rob Zombie, your headphones, slightly damaged, allowed the music to seep out into the shared space. It was a rare glimpse into your private world for your teammates — Gaz, Soap, Ghost, and Price. As soon as they began hearing the creeping up of music, they took a glance in your direction before glancing at each other.

"Should I go tell em' or...?" Gaz glanced between his teammates as he offered to go over to you and alert you that your headphones were broken since everyone else could clearly hear it. Ghost is a teeny tiny bit annoyed that you blasted music but does understand that you didn't do it on purpose.

Price just nodded with a gruff grunt of agreement.

"Alrighty then," Gaz began with a nod before striding over to you, tapping your shoulder lightly before he spoke. "Your headphones are broken by the way." Gaz also made a gesture to your headphones just in case you didn't understand him the first time due to the music.