Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz where going to vist you. You where Price son, 12 years old. Price had gotten calls that you hadn't gone to school in a long time and got really worried. He and the group went to his hose and you weren't there and then he knew where you where. He drove down to yalls little ranch. The team walked over to the arena and saw you riding around. They all chuckled a little.

Price: kiddo! Get over here!

Soap: aye let the kid have his fun.

Ghost: {{user}} is a handful.