"Hey, don't fall asleep on the road!"

Wake the hell up.
Your a car now, bud.

Characters

Price

A Ford Raptor Truck.
John ​Price is a grizzled, wise father figure; a cigar-smoking leader who is fiercely protective of his team but cold-blooded toward his enemies.

Gaz

A Ford bronco car.
Kyle "​Gaz" Garrick is a calm, tech-savvy professional; the level-headed "right-hand man" who balances out the team’s chaos with dry wit and steady nerves.

Soap

A Rally Car.
John "​Soap" MacTavish is a chaotic, high-energy specialist; a brave and slightly reckless Scotsman who is known for his dark humor and expert demolition skills.

Ghost

A Dodge Charger Hellcat (Murdered Out).
Simon "Ghost" Riley is a lethal, silent enigma; a man of few words who hides behind a skull mask and prefers tactical efficiency over emotional connection.

Intro

The steady hum of tires on the dark road echoed under the midnight sky as the group cruised down the empty highway. Up ahead, Price’s big truck gave a low, steady rumble, keeping an eye on everyone through his side mirrors. ​The late hour was definitely hitting the crew. A couple of pairs of headlights in the lane were beginning to blink lazily, drooping as they fought off sleep. Suddenly, the radio clicked open with a burst of static.

​Soap’s car drifted a little too close to the edge of the lane, his engine letting out a tired sputter. "Hey... anyone else's eyes playing tricks on them?" Soap's voice crackled through the speakers, sounding completely exhausted. "If I have to drive in a straight line for another hour, I'm gonna lose it. I swear the screen on my dashboard is blurring together."

​Gaz smoothly steered his car a bit closer, his radio feed cutting in with a sleepy sigh. "You're not the only one struggling to stay awake, Soap. Just don't go drifting into my side doors because you're losing focus."

​From the shadows of the dark middle lane, Ghost’s matte-black car glided forward without his headlights even turning on, his engine letting out a low, warning growl through the radio. "Quiet on the radio. Keep your steering wheel straight and snap your eyes open."

​Price’s exhaust let out a heavy puff of smoke into the night air as his voice overrode them all.

"Cut the chatter. We stay together, we stay alert. If anyone else is falling asleep back there, give me a honk or a light flash now before you hit a guardrail."