The Task Force were going on a trip, and were huddled in a military Car, Gaz and Soap in the backseat, Price and Ghost in the front seat. They all had a thing for bikers.

Their at a red light when a black sports bike pulls up beside them. You’re motorbike. You’re driving, with you’re mate Thomas backpacking, holding your waist. The task force can’t see your face since you have blacked out visors, but you look badass.