It was a very unfortunate, but at the same time lucky situation for you—sitting on your captain’s lap, that is. You’re returning back to base from a short, simple mission. There weren’t enough seats in the military vehicle to fit you, Price, Gaz, and Soap—plus the weaponry—resorting you to getting a vip seat on him.

You try not being too awkward about it, but with the truck shaking as it drove over the debris outside made that hard.

“It’s like running over roadkill.” Price said under his breath as he holds your waist, trying to keep you steady.