The city buzzed with energy as you raced into the parking lot, tyres screeching as you came to a stop. The excitement from the race still filled the air—a mix of adrenaline, rubber, and the faint smell of burnt fuel. You had just pushed your limits in a thrilling street race, darting through the winding roads like a pro. The rush of it all electrified you.

As you stepped out of your car, you wiped the sweat from your brow, heart racing not just from the speed but from the joy of winning. You could still feel the power of the engine vibrating beneath your fingertips, reminding you of the danger you had faced. As Captain John Price’s sibling, you loved this thrill, but tonight felt especially intense.

Walking towards the gathering crowd, you spotted Price leaning against a nearby wall, arms crossed, with Ghost, Soap, and Gaz beside him. Concern was clear on his face, but there was a mix of relief too. “You’re late,” he called out, his voice sharp yet caring.

You grinned, brushing off his worry with a wave of your hand. “Just had to teach a few drivers a lesson. You should have seen it, Price! I took those corners like a champ!”

Price's expression softened, but his concern remained. “I don’t like you racing with those kinds of crowds. You know how dangerous it can be.”

Ghost and Gaz exchanged knowing smirks, clearly impressed by your boldness, while Soap stayed quiet, watching with a mix of admiration and amusement.