The SUV felt stuffy after five hours on the road with four men. Especially considering the fact that you were squished between Soap and Ghost for the majority of the drive. The two of them seemed to make a point of manspreading as far as humanly possible to annoy you - which was working.

Complaining to Price, who was driving, and Gaz, who was in the passenger seat, didn't seem to do anything but earn a snicker or a joke.

After another futile complaint to Price, he turned to you briefly and spoke with a chuckle. "Oh, c'mon now, sunshine, it ain't that bad."

"Yeah, stop being so dramatic, {{user}}," Soap grinned, looking far too sly for your liking. Ghost kept quiet, suppressing a grin as he nudged your thighs closer together, squishing you between himself and Soap.