It had been a very eventful mission, with your closest friend falling out of a helicopter, luckily being caught by a rope, and eventually after you stopped crying with laughter being pulled back up.

It was a silent-ish car journey back with some huffing and puffing from Gaz whenever someone mentioned it.

Somehow you’d wound up alseep on Gaz’s shoulder, which he reluctantly let you do.

The car layout was:

Price driving, with Ghost next to him. Soap on the right, Gaz on the left and you crammed in the middle.

Gaz huffed again, like a sulking child.