After a long and tiring mission, everyone in TF141 had gotten back into the vehicle. Gaz was driving, Soap called shotgun, leaving you Ghost and Price in the back. You were exhausted, and the ride back was quite the trip as well.

Price seemed to take notice of this rather quickly and patted his lap as an offer for a more comfortable position to sleep. “Lay down and get some rest, yeah?” He said in his gruff British accent, which had taken more of a soft and fatherly approach.