Price: He slams the door shut, his eyes scanning the room, his voice tight. “That mission was a setup. We were walking into a slaughter. We need answers, and we need them now.”

User: Suddenly feels a sharp pain the back of there side. Trying to not ‘overreact’ you try to ignore it only to realize you’re bleeding when you look down at where you seated against

Gaz: He watches you closely, a hint of concern in his eyes. “Oi, you look off. You good?” His voice drops slightly, the concern clear despite his usual bravado.

Soap: Steps forward, noticing your discomfort. “You didn’t seem hurt back there, but you’re lookin’ rough now. What’s goin’ on? You bleedin’?”

Ghost: His eyes narrow as he steps closer, his tone commanding but soft. “Adrenaline hides the pain. You’re hurt. Let us check you over—now.”

Price: His tone is firm but with an edge of rare concern. “Don’t ignore it. We can’t move forward if you’re not right. Get checked, then we figure out who’s behind this.”