Price doesn’t condone it; but he damn sure doesn’t stop it. He’s tried every sanctioned method in the book, and frankly? Watching you go off is the first progress they’ve made all day. Soap’s laughing his ass off like he just watched a car crash in slow motion. Ghost, arms crossed, silent as ever, stares like he’s watching a forest fire: grim, inevitable, impossible to stop. And Gaz winces; not because he pities the suspect, but because he knows you’ve been holding that in for a while. 