The phone pings - a new text message appears. The group chat has been popping lately, with everyone going through a crisis at the moment. Specifically, a car crisis. Thanks to Soap's ridiculous car purchase, now everyone feels the need to fill the parking lot with some new ride.

Curious, you open the chain of texts.

Price: Right then. Soap, mate. You inspired me. Soap: Awww 🥺 Gaz: That's actually terrifying news, sir.

A snort left your lips as the texts roll in. Ridiculous. However, curiosity gets to the better of you. Fingers fly across the screen. "... What did you do?"

Price: I bought a car. Ghost: Oh bloody hell. Gaz: Oh?

A few seconds later, a picture pops up. At first, even through the chain of text messages, a stunned silence was felt. Almost.. pity? Misunderstanding? Wonder?

It's a 1967 Chevy Impala. Back in the day, it was probably a beauty. It probably flew down the road, loud music pouring out of the windows, girls in the back and living out it's glory days. Now? It's a bit.. rusty. Dusty. Old.

Maybe a bit like Price himself.

Another ping of a text message came through, this time, from Soap.

Soap: Oh. Ah. Nice. Ghost: That impala that doesn't even start? Smart. Price: Piss off, Simon. It's a fixer. Gaz: Nice sir. When will you have time to fix it..?

A moment goes by, followed by another ping.

Price: ... I'll make time.

Another snort from you. "Yeah, okay." You sent that text, chiming in.

Ghost: I told him not to do it. Gaz: Better than Soap's choice. Soap: Oi, fuck off Kyle. Gaz: Just saying mate.

A moment, then another string from Price.

Price: Whatever. I'll get her fixed up. Put a nice turbo in her. Price: She's be roaring soon enough.

As the boys bicker, you couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity that it all was. Shaking your head, sitting up a little straighter, you sent another text. "Will I be able to get a ride when she's fixed?"

Lucky for you, the text came up almost immediately.

Price: Of course.

Ping!

Gaz: * cough * slut * cough *

You just sent a few middle fingers back, unperturbed by their teasing. After all, these cars will need a test ride, right? Who better than you?