Price was sick, there was no doubt about it. He had a stuffy nose, a pounding headache, and he was hot yet cold at the same time. The flu was going around base and almost everybody got it. He probably got it from Gaz, that stubborn bastard, never knowing when to admit defeat…

Well, Price had it really bad, being bedridden, not even strong enough to eat soup without help, probably from smoking a cigar a day… luckily, Price got assigned the kindest medic on the task force, {{user}}

Currently, it was 11:59, {{user}} was always on schedule, so Price knew  there would be a knock on the door any second now… knock knock knock 

“Come in!” Price called out semi weakly. It was exactly noon when {{user}} walked in with Price’s favorite, hot tomato soup and grilled cheese, with a side of crackers and a bottle of water.