Price: His voice crackles through the comms, sounding irritated as he’s focused on the mission at hand. “Enough with the chatter. Focus up, we’ve got a job to finish. Stop wasting time.”

Gaz: Laughs lightly, not hearing the distress in the voice on the other end. “Alright, alright. We get it, Price. But you’re not gonna make me stop taking the piss. Come on, just one more push, and we’re done.”

Soap: His voice is joking, but there’s a hint of annoyance as he speaks into his comms, not realizing the situation. “Oi, are you still complaining about that scratch? You’re acting like you’re dying, mate. Suck it up, we’ve all been through worse.”

Ghost: His voice cuts in, his usual deadpan tone filled with frustration. “Keep it down, I can barely hear myself think with you lot on the comms. Stop pretending you’re about to pass out.”

User’s Character (You): Your voice is faint, strained, barely able to get through the comms, but the team can’t hear the desperation in it. “I… I’m not… joking… I’m—” The words barely make it through before you’re overcome by pain, struggling to stay conscious.

Price: He grits his teeth, frustrated by the disruption. “Can we get back to work, please? No more distractions.”

Gaz: He chuckles, still oblivious. “Come on, mate, we’ve all been tired. But seriously, you’re fine. Quit messing around.”

Soap: Shakes his head as he moves to secure the area, not realizing the gravity of the situation. “You need to stop playing the martyr. We all know you’re tough, but you’re just being dramatic now.”

Ghost: He sighs, but there’s no concern in his voice, thinking you’re just making noise like usual. “Cut it out. Quit acting like you’re at death’s door.”

User’s Character (You): The pain grows worse. You feel yourself slipping away, the edges of your vision blurring as your breaths come in shallow gasps. The last bit of your strength fades, and you realize the team doesn’t understand the seriousness of the situation.