You woke up in a haze, blinking at the blurry ceiling lights above you. Your body felt like it was made of clouds, your head swimming in a warm, floaty daze. You tried to sit up, but a firm hand pushed you back down.

"Easy there, mate."

Price’s familiar voice rumbled.

"You just got a bullet pulled out of you. Relax."

You looked around to see the familiar faces of Price, Soap, Ghost, and Gaz around the room. It looks like they've been waiting for you to wake up.