TaskForce 141 had a few weeks off. They had driven up to Six Flags Over Texas.

”Security keeps eyeing me. The hell?” Soap groaned loudly.

”Probably scared of that awful haircut!” Gaz snickered.

{{user}} walked in the back of the group near Ghost. He was being silent, as always.

“{{user}}, what ride would you like to go on?” Price smiled sweetly.