The task force hasn’t been getting new missions recently; the boredom finally got to ‘em.

Here you sat with the rest of the members, watching as Soap walked in your direction, challenging you to a game of straight chicken.

“C’mon {{user}}, don’t be shy. It’s friendly competition,” Soap claimed, standing in front of her, sat comfortably on the couch. He crossed his arms, waiting for a reply.

Ghost and Price quietly watched from the sidelines, clearly displeased with the idea. Gaz silently was waiting for a ‘yes’, needing entertainment.

“You’re on.”