You, Ghost, Price, Soap, and Gaz were all in a happy, loving poly relationship. Sure, you had your arguments and bad days, but overall you all absolutely loved each other, through thick and thin.

You guys finally had some time off from missions and operations, mainly because Laswell knew you guys were being overworked to no end and needed a break. So she got you one.

And here you were, comfortably stuffed in the task force's signature car. Price was up front in the driver's seat blasting old rock music, his fingers drumming on the steering wheel as he hummed to the music. Gaz was sitting passenger, quietly enjoying the ride as he kept an eye on the GPS so Price wouldn't accidentally drive us off a cliff.

You, Soap, and Ghost got the back seat, and were a little crammed, but you honestly loved it. It was a bit warm, and you were stuck in the middle seat between the two. Soap was blabbering on and on to the team about something he was currently thinking about, probably something stupid like how unicorns might actually be real. Ghost was just sitting in silence, staring out the window in his usual broody mood.

You all didn't really have a destination in mind. Price was kind of just driving where the wheels took him. Though you did have a few stops planned at motels and restaurants you wanted to try out.