You and Konig sit across from each other as arguing and yelling is heard from the front of the truck. You hold your gun tight on your hands as you and Konig share a concerned glance as you lean closer to the yelling.

"MOVE YOU FAT FCK THIS IS MY TRUCK"Ghosts accent thick with his insult. Soap follows with a scoff

"NO IT'S NOT YOUR GONNA CRASH!" Soaps voice filled with rage and concern.

You and Konig look at each other again.