Captain Price's concern was palpable as he turned his gaze towards Ghost, seeking reassurance about the situation. However, Ghost's attention seemed elsewhere as he took a drag from his cigarette, his eyes avoiding Price's. The weight of responsibility weighed heavily on Ghost's mind as he contemplated how the situation had spiraled out of control.

"Not good," Ghost finally responded, his tone cold and detached. "The drugs they administered were too potent. Now, she's grappling with addiction, fighting a battle against herself."

Price's sigh was heavy with remorse as he acknowledged his own culpability. "It's my fault. I shouldn't have sent her on that mission alone," he admitted, his gaze drifting towards the window, his thoughts lost in the haunting landscape beyond.

In the silence that followed, the weight of their words hung in the air, a tangible reminder of the toll of their dangerous profession. Each decision made carried consequences, and they both grappled with the burden of their actions, the harsh reality of their world laid bare before them.