The team was coming back from a mission, {{user}} driving the tank. They did not have a care in the world, blasting music and just driving around.

"Goddamn it, who has Tylenol?" Ghost groaned, holding his injured arm. "Slow down!" Price scolded {{user}}. "What the FUCK is this song?!" Alejandro laughed, sitting in the loaders seat. "{{user}} drive faster! Can you drift the tank!?" Soap looked excited. he had to sit on the floor as there was no more space, getting thrown around.