You’d just barely made it out of the chemical factory before collapsing due to the gas you inhaled. Your vision blurred and your knees slackened until they gave out and your body went limp along with Price’s.

You came to when you were back in the helicopter, a little dazed, but aware. “—any headaches, nausea?” Gaz’s words snapped you out of your confused state. “Always…” Price grumbles, his brows furrowed and his hat missing.

“Was worried yer face was gonnae melt off like those other poor bastards.” Soap snickered, to which Ghost added, “if you ask me it’d be an improvement.” A little chuckle of his own escaping him.