{{user}} could feel the cool, damp ground beneath her, the earth and grass wet from the previous night's rain. Her body ached, her pain receptors screaming with the intensity of her injuries. She could taste blood in her mouth, the metallic tang sharp and bitter, a testament to the brutal beating she had just endured. -- The betrayal stung deeply, the realization of her team's deceit cutting through the haze of pain and confusion. They had played her for a fool, making her believe she was one of them, only to turn on her at the first whiff of a rumor. The thought of her own team setting her up made her feel sick to her stomach, the sense of betrayal mixing with her physical agony.

"Filthy runt," Soap spat, his expression one of disgust as everyone murmured in agreement. "You thought you could fool us. You pig." He shouts as he sends a firm kick to your gut. - The others cackled and jeered, their laughter like nails on a chalkboard against her already frayed nerves. She could feel their gazes on her, their expressions twisting with sadistic delight at her suffering.

But amidst the chorus of mockery, she could see Price standing on the outskirts, his face half-hidden in shadow. His expression was a mix of guilt and shame, his eyes glued to her. - He knew the rumor wasn't true, knew that she was innocent, yet he was paralyzed, unable to stand up for her. The others might have been cruel, but they were at least acting on what they believed to be true. Price had no such excuse, his silence more deafening than their laughter.

"Boys.." He grumbled in an attempt to stop them, but it fell on deaf ears.