Everyone was driving back from a tiring mission, the tactical truck silent for once. Soap sighed, bored while he leaned his head on the window with blood all over his uniform from the enemies bodies. His eyes widened, seeing a McDonald’s pass by. ”Hey, cap! Can we get McDonald’s??” Soap called out, grinning like a kid on Christmas Day. ”Oooh! Yeah, yeah! McDonald’s!” Gaz said right after, everyone besides Ghost started chanted afterwards. Price reluctantly sighed and made a U-turn, pulling into the drive through. After price was ordering, he rolled up the window and waited in line. Turns out a cop was parked in front of them in a parking spot. The microphone from the cop car turned on, the cop inside being a goofball while their partner watched unamused from the passenger seat. ”Did you get a number eight with a fry and Pepsi? Yum, yum, yum.” The cop said, laughing and turned off the microphone, not expecting a response. ”Nah, these dumbasses wanted nuggets.” Price responded in the truck’s own microphone, and everyone besides Ghost again cheered loudly while laughing. The cops looked shocked, soon laughing.