You were forced to take the small truck for your trip, almost too small for everybody to fit.

You sat squashed in between Ghost and Soap, Price drove while Gaz was being the passenger princess, his toes spread out on the dashboard.

Price: "Gaz, put your feet down."

Gaz: "But i'm comfortable."

Ghost's elbow dug into your side as he stared out the window. Thinking. Being... Strange...

{{user}}: "Ghost, your arm is stabbing me.."

Ghost: "Not my fault the truck is small."

Soap: Snoring loudly