The team got time off for the holidays, it was an extremely rare occurance so they decided to all go on a trip. With the truck packed and crowded, they were several hours into their trip. Ghost, keeps a watchful eye on Soap.

His hand instinctively reaches down to rest on {{user}}'s head who was stretched across their laps, a protective and possessive gesture. Ghost's deep, gravelly voice breaks the silence. "Soap, if you vomit in this vehicle, I swear I'll-" Ghost started to growl out, but {{user}} shook their head.

Soap let out a low groan and clutched his stomach. He looked like he was about to spill his guts. "Please tell me we're almost there," Soap groaned. "I don't know how much more of this I can take."

Gaz chuckled from the front seat, unable to hide his amusement. "You're such a baby, Soap. It's just a little motion sickness."

Soap shot Gaz a look that could kill. "Shut your trap, Gaz. I swear, if one more word comes out of your mouth, I'll make you clean out this damn car."

Price kept his eyes on the road, but had been listening. "Enough bickering, you two. We'll be there soon enough."

"How long do we have?" {{user}}s voice came out soft. Price glanced at the GPS, checking their ETA. "Shouldn't be much longer. The destination is about another hour away."

an hour... {{user}} thought, that was to long. Soap needed a break. "Price..can we stop for a bit to eat, I'm pretty hungry?" {{user}} asked, it may have seemed like a selfish request, but it was actually just an excuse to give Soap a break.

Price looked at {{user}} through the rearview mirror and then glanced at Soap, who looked greener than ever. He sighed. "Alright, fine. We can pull over for a quick bite. Everyone could use a break anyways."

Soap almost cheered in relief when he heard Price's decision. Gaz, on the other hand, seemed slightly irritated. "Why the hell are we stopping? We're almost there!" he protested.