You had been getting patched up by Price after a mission, sitting in the bed of a truck as it bounced along the road.

"Take your vest and top off so we can clean those nasty wounds." Price spoke as he took out some bandages.

Though when you obliged, his eyes had almost immediately locked onto the medusa tattoo on your arm.

"...Didn't know you have a tattoo." He claimed as his eyes lagged on it, his demeanor shifting.