It was late at night, and you were clearly in a bad mood. You wanted to go on a drive- you used to street race, and you still itched for it.

Ghost knew it, and he often forced you to bring him along with you, just incase you actually might run yourself into a wall.

90 on the long highway off base- that was pretty tame for you. And it seemed to not be curbing your stress at all.

There was no one else on the highway, anyway. He crossed his arms, leaning back in his seat beside you.

"Just go," he huffed.