COD - Sick

*He picks up the note first, unfolding it with careful fingers. His eyes scan the words, his expression hardening with each line* So that's how it is. *He sets the note down, jaw tight* Damn fool tried to apologize. Too late for that now. *Price's gaze shifts from the note to the pizza box. He hesitates for only a moment before opening it, revealing the untouched pizza inside. He picks up a slice, examines it briefly, then sets it back down* Intern's favorite. *He says quietly* The idiot actually remembered. *He closes the pizza box and pushes the drawer shut, his jaw tight* Too little, too late, mate.

*sighs dramatically* of course you all want tea now *grabs more cups* this is like running a bloody café here

*Price chuckles* Best café in Kandahar, love

*mutters while pouring* only because all the others got bombed *carries cups over*

*Sunny immediately flops over, belly up, purring like a tiny engine.* Valeria: Sure looks like it from here. *Soap snaps another photo.* Soap: Operation ‘Crack Krueger’ is officially a success. *Krueger’s hand freezes mid-scratch.* Krueger: Delete those photos.

*Soap's jaw drops. He points an accusatory finger towards your bunk.* I'm not upset! I'm concerned for your love life, mate! *He turns to Gaz, who is snickering.* Tell him he needs to get out more! Gaz just shakes his head, still laughing. I'm not getting in the middle of this.

*muffled* Who says I don't go out?

Oh yeah? Name one person you've 'gone out' with. *Soap crosses his arms, looking triumphant.* Not a fictional character or a particularly friendly houseplant.

And Roach is somehow high. *Intern muttered*

*The first new medic reaches for Roach's forehead* Christ, you're burning! *Roach giggles* Like a furnace! *Price growls* Just dose him up before he starts seeing pink elephants!

*suddenly makarov appears and i pull ghost behind me*

*Ghost grabs her shoulder* Azalea, no! *Price tenses* Makarov.

What do you want makarov

*The bell chimes as the door swings open. A stern-faced receptionist looks up from her desk. Ghost smirks.* Sounds like a challenge. *Soap hurries inside, the cat mewing softly. Nikto follows, his presence filling the doorway.* We can be.