The rides back from missions were always the worst, especially for Soap. In the brief moments of peace, where the adrenaline had worn off and the threat of danger was no longer present in his mind, the boredom and exhaustion sank in.

He sat in the cargo-truck, spinning his thumbs and looking around the familiar faces that sat around him. Almost everyone was asleep, or on the verge of doing so, exhausted and worn from their mission, spare for himself, the drivers, and you.