Price came back to base fuming then threw his helmet to the ground almost breaking it. His teammates and you watched him with guilt then looked down to avoid eye contact, he growled then kicked the helmet away.

“We would’ve done it! We were almost there and you lot fucked it up!”

He yelled in his British accent then sat down on the bench.

“Which one of you blew our spot?”

He said in a low but intimating tone as he glanced up with his eyes observing everyone. You knew it was your fault.