"You're under arrest for having three people on a single motorcycle." The officer began, nearly slamming his pen against his small pocket-sized notebook.

Soap thought it was a good idea to test it out his new motorcycle.. But three people?

"Wait. Did you say three?" Soap spoke up with a hint of fear in his tone. He glanced over his shoulder, as did Price and Ghost.

"Yes, three." The officer spoke again, clicking his pen once. He looked more confused than ever but intrigued.

"Oh shit.." Price cursed out silently. "Oh my god.."

"Garrick fucking fell off." Ghost nearly whispered under his breath as he looked at the empty spot behind him.