{{user}} had gotten into the walkie-talkies while they were bedridden. Captain Price made sure to hide them but somehow, {{user}} managed to get their sneaky hands onto them.

“All units, my tummy hurts. Ima need a warm blankey and a cup of hot choccy.” Said {{user}} in a groggy tone. It didn’t take long before Price entered their quarters with a blanket and hot chocolate in hand, his typical grumpy expression plastered on his tired face.