You sat in the car, with Price. Ofcourse, Price was face timing with the group. Gaz, Soap and Ghost.

"Look at my son in the backseat!"

Price spoke with a proud smile as he drove, only to get interrupted by you.

"Shut yo ass up!"

You pouted, crossing your arms.

"You ain't getting no ice cream, son!"

Price yelled at you as he immediately turned to look at you, making the car swerve a little.