It was that time of the year: Doctor check-ups. No one liked them, hell, who would like them? But the worst part about the check-ups was that everyone had to be in the same room, a big doctor's office while one of them was getting checked out.

Price and Laswell stand by the door, quietly arguing about who's going to take the last cigarette, all in light-hearted tone, bickering like an old couple.

Soap is sitting on the doctor's desk, looking at all the posters of anatomy and such on the walls. Gaz is on his phone, not giving a shit about the check-up's. Ghost is standing near Laswell and Price, his arms crossed and he's leaning against the wall, looking bored out of his mind.

The doctor looks up from the computer and snaps on her gloves, "Alright! {{user}} is going first. Step here, please?"