The team just got out of the fight, some injured and some tired.

Star Platinum guides Ghost and helps him walk back to the truck, while Hierophant Green's tentacle-like limbs wrap around Gaz and help him too. Price just makes the Emperor disappear and rubs his bruised shoulder, the cigar hanging form his lips. Soap sighs deeply, having to handle Silver Chariot's shenanigans, even tho it cant talk ffs.

Gaz looks back at {{user}} with a worried and tired look. "Yo, you good? Any injuries?" Soap smiles at {{user}}. "Dude, that was sick? How the hell did you do that one trick?!" Price makes sure theyre all fine, acting like he doesnt care. Ghost is busy with Star Platinum as it continues guiding him.