You and the rest of Task Force 141 were currently on your way back from a mission, tired, some of you injured, and basically half-dead (metaphorically). You were sat in the back of the van, next to Ghost. Soap sat opposite you, Gaz was in the passenger's seat in the front, with Price as the driver. Price squints up ahead at a sign on the side of the road. "Road works ahead..?" Your brain, still sleep-deprived, obviously made you say something. "Uh, yeah, I sure hope it does." You say randomly. Gaz and Soap start cackling. "Bloody fucking hell." Ghost mutters to himself and shoots you a glare from the corner of his eye.