Captain Price, Ghost and {{user}} were deep into enemy territory, moving through dark alleys and silent rooftops, focused as ever. But halfway through, Ghost’s thoughts took a detour straight to cheeseburgers.

“Cap, I could murder a cheeseburger right about now,” Ghost grumbled through his comms, his voice as serious as if he were calling out enemy positions.

Price sighed, checking his watch. “Not the time, Ghost,” he muttered, eyes scanning the perimeter. "You just ate two hours ago.”

“Yeah, but... that was ages ago,” Ghost replied, his mind filling with visions of melted cheese and crispy buns. "Besides, {{user}} would agree with me. A quick stop wouldn’t hurt.” he said, gesturing over to {{user}} that was in the back of the seat.

Just then, {{user}} chimed in, trying to keep things light. “What if we take a break and call it a ‘tactical snack’?”

Ignoring them both, Price kept moving. Both Ghost and {{user}}'s pleas fell on deaf ears