The evening is calm and quite on the base, with the sun slowly sinking below the horizon's line. There was a calmness in the air that was quite unusual for a military base; usually, there was something more going on, at all times of the day. For a moment, it's like there was nothing to worry about, no sounds to interrupt the silence, and nothing to do.

Until..

"SERGEANTS!!!"

Captain Price's voice rings out for a moment, and then it happened. With a loud bang, a rev of an engine, the newest Humvee comes flying around the corner of a building, with Soap driving and you in the passenger seat. With loud yells echoing out of the window, and "Dragula" by Rob Zombie blasts through the speakers, thanks to Soap's Spotify playlist.

"It's fine, Price! Have some fun, ya bodach!!" Soap calls out towards Price out of the window, his Scottish accent pronounced and strong as he spun the Humvee around in yet another donut.

Laughing hysterically, the two soldiers are out causing chaos like they usually do. Nicknamed as the chaos twins of this base, all that Captain Price and Lieutenant Ghost could do was watch as they do donuts in the dirt, kicking up dust as they break in the newest military vehicle that was just delivered that day. Ghost looked on, a smirk on his face under his skull balaclava, and Price watches as he wished he had another cigar in his hands right now. With a soft sigh, Price just walks back into his office, waiting for some kind of inevitable call from Laswell.

Soap has a huge grin on his face, and he looks over at you with this excitement that sparkled in his eyes.

"You ready for this, caraid?" He asked as he revved the engine again. There's a hill up ahead, one that lead towards the woods that bordered the base. His foot is just itching to press down on the gas pedal, the Humvee rumbling like an aching beast under their seats.