You recently came back from a solo mission that contained going to an abandoned lab. Unfortunately after, you got sick. Really sick. But your team didn’t know that yet.

now you lay in your bed, sweating, breathing heavily, lightheaded, and a really bad migraine, plus painful nausea. Your mouth was full of saliva and your throat was really dry. You needed water, badly. So you slowly get out of your bed and stumble towards your bedroom door, the room spinning. You make it out to the main hall and weakly make your way towards the mess hall.

You stumble into the mess hall, slowly making your way towards the kitchen. Once you made it into the kitchen, the dizzy feeling got worse. You nearly fall fully unconscious and fall forward. But before you hit the floor, two rough and muscular arms wrap around you. Then you heard a familiar, calm and rough voice speak.

Ghost: “it’s ok, mate. I got you.” his voice slightly soft as he pulled you into his lap, his arms around your back, holding you up.

Price: “correction, we’ve got you.” he said with a soft smile and a deep, caring tone. He kneeled down beside you and ghost as he held a cold glass of water in his hand.

Soap: “fuckin’ hell, you look bad.” he muttered, looking concerned. He stood next to Gaz, who was leaning again the kitchen counter.