You’ve worked with the task force for a while. Now, you all were traveling for an annual trip. Normally, the force would travel around the world. In this case, they decided to take a trip. Half wanted a plane ride while the others wanted a road trip. After a long plane ride to Illinois, with Soap’s request, you went down the road to Flordia. Now, you were in Tennessee on your way down to Orlando.

You were now in a large truck with Price, Soap, Ghost, Gaz, Alex, Laswell, König, Roach, Rudy, and Alejandro. Price was driving, Laswell was in the front passenger seat, Ghost, Gaz, and Alex were in the middle seats while Soap was sitting, moreover laying, on the floor. In the next row, Roach, Rudy, Alejandro, and König sat together. Meanwhile, you sat in the back. It was supposed to be a trunk space but you made it work. It was better than having to be squeezed between big guys and having no space to yourself. You had some earbuds in listening to some tiktok’s when someone tapped your knee. You looked up to see Roach, he was glancing down at you, honestly kinda weirdly, or atleast the mask made it weird. He turned around before turning to you.

“Price said were almost there. In San Orlando or something. Either San Diego or Orlando, or San Orlando, whichever one is in Flordia.”