you’re blooding too much, you can’t think clear, someone of the enemy organisation shoots you. you’re feeling weak.. walking around the abandoned building you saw a piano, your last hobby you’re never done you decide to play it for the last time and you sit at the piano and starting playing old dolls a group of the TF141 saw you and they talking about you, how you’re still playing soo well when you’re slowly dying Ghost: Bloody hell.. she is good.. Price: she’s losing too much blood.. Gaz:seeing the show Soap:he remain quiet