The mission was a mess.

A simple reconnaissance operation turned into a firefight, and now you’re sitting in the aftermath half the team banged up, one of the vehicles wrecked, and the intel you’d gathered is less than useful. Everyone’s on edge, trying to fix their gear, patch up wounds, but the quiet tension in the air speaks volumes.

Captain Price stands at the center of the chaos, his arms crossed, staring at the crew. He doesn’t yell, doesn’t raise his voice. He just stands there, letting the silence build, and you can almost hear the weight of his disappointment settling in.

Finally, when the last bit of chatter dies down, he speaks, his tone low and cold yet somehow warm, like a disappointed father lecturing his children after a messy day.

"I’m not mad," he says, pausing for effect. "Just disappointed."