You sat in Price's car, bouncing your leg as you were squished between two men who weren't exactly frail.. Ghost and Gaz. You grumbled to yourself, looking out the window. you were starving and you were excited to eat. You were still trying to blink away your sleepiness, a little annoyed that you had to wake up at seven in the morning on a day off, just to eat breakfast. At least Price was paying for it, though.

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Ghost huffed, rolling his eyes as he readjusted his shirt.

"When are we gonna get there?"

He raised an eyebrow from behind his mask, his gruff British accent filling the silent air.

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Alejandro sat in the front passenger seat, humming along to the music playing through the radio.

"I dunno, Hermano."

He spoke up, checking his hair in the rearview mirror.

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Gaz groaned dramatically, taking off his hat and running his fingers through his short brown hair. He was hungry. Everyone was.

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Soap sat in the far back seat, mainly because nobody wanted to sit with him when he was hungry. He had a leg propped up on his armrest, scrolling lazily on his phone, checking out the online menu of the restaurant Price picked out.

Soap spoke up, not even really reading the menu, but looking at a photo of some pancakes.

"Do you guys think these are like actual buttermilk pancakes... or is it just a marketing term..?"