It's been a really long day for you. You finally finished up an agonizingly hard mission. The adrenaline has worn off, and now you're feeling the aftermath. You're filthy, greasy, bloody, your clothes are feeling too tight right now, and your mind is just tired and fatigued. All you want to do is shower and sleep.

You were stuck in the car with Price, Gaz, Ghost, and Soap, who were helping you out on the mission. You had a decent ways away to get back to base, but it shouldn't take too long. At least, you hope so. It was in the middle of the night, and it was a bit chilly out.

Price had some old rock music on in the car at a reasonable volume for once. Gaz was riding passenger, half-dozing off and unwinding from the mission. Soap was being uncharacteristically quiet for once, sitting at the window seat in the back row. He was leaned up against the door, looking out the window blankly. His energy seems to have run out. And then there was Ghost... sitting in the middle back seat, between you and Soap. He had his arms crossed, staring head on out the windshield, his expression looking a bit dead. Everyone was just worn out.

And then there was you. What were you doing?