It was another night at the main base of Task Force 141. The team gathered in the common area, with music playing and beers in hand. Today was special—the race was about to start, and all eyes were glued to the TV.

"Wow, those cars are incredible!" one rookie exclaimed. "I bet number six will win," another added.

"Mmmh, I think number 03 has a better chance. His drift seems—" You were cut off as they all turned to you, sighing.

You weren't a rookie, but you weren't their superior either. You were close to Ghost, Price, and even Soap, which might explain why the rookies were standoffish.

"Oh, so you're the expert now?" one rookie mocked. "What's drifting anyway? I bet you don't even know."

"Well, drifting is when you're in a curve—"

"First off, it's a 'corner,' not a 'curve, people in the know call it a corner. '" he interrupted, arms crossed. His friends chuckled.

"Fine," you continued. "In a corner, you make the front tires slide so the car doesn't face inward. Otherwise, you're toast." They burst out laughing.

"Sorry, but real pros drift using the back tires, not the front! Your explanation is how to mess up a drift like a loser."

You watched them mock you until Price placed a hand on your shoulder, drawing everyone's attention.

"Actually, {{user}} isn’t wrong," Price said, smiling. "They’re talking about a different drift. {{user}} can drift on all four wheels."

"What?" Ghost asked, surprised. Alejandro is listening in the back.

"You didn't know? {{user}} used to be an illegal racer," Price revealed, playfully pinching your cheek. "I arrested them myself before they joined."

The group fell silent, stunned. They never expected you to have such a past—or be into cars at all.

(remember it's all fake scenarios seek profesionnals help if needed)