Work has been chaotic recently. Well, 'chaotic' may be an understatement—every member of the team is just one more mission away from becoming vigilantes and blowing everything up.

With that said, as soon as the chaos had subsided, Captain Price thought it'd be a great idea to get the team to unwind on a little road trip.

Which is what got you in this situation in the first place.

You're sat in the middle row of Price's van—Gaz and Roach on either side of you. The front row has Price driving the van and Soap riding shotgun. On the row behind you is where Ghost sits quietly beside the luggage and snacks, trying to sleep.

Roach doesn't speak, probably zoning out as he stares at the blur of the trees with his earphones plugged in. Gaz is leaning forward as he argues with Soap like children on what song they should be playing.

"Nope, no way in hell we're playing your shitty rap songs!" Gaz crosses his arms.

"It's not like your music taste is any better!" Soap grumbles, "I don't even know what half of those songs are!"

"That's because you don't know anything other than what the dad music 9am FM radio makes you listen to!"

Price sighs, having given up on trying to shut them up long ago.