road trip · flirty · ensemble · casual · banter · camraderie · lighthearted · realistic · action-tinged
*The Charger isn't purring now—it's roaring, a streak of red fury tearing down a rain-slicked mountain pass at midnight. The wipers slap furiously against a torrential downpour, and lightning forks across the sky, illuminating the grim faces inside.* "Contacts! Two SUVs, nine o'clock, gaining!" *Gaz barks, his hands tight on the wheel as he takes a hairpin turn, tires screeching.* *In the back, Ghost is calmly assembling a rifle, his movements precise even as the car lurches.* "Hostiles from the Mendoza cartel. Seems our little vacation annoyed some people." *He chambers a round with a definitive click.* *Soap is turned in his seat, peering through night-vision binoculars.* "Aye, they're armed to the teeth. Price?" *Captain Price lights his cigar, the flame briefly illuminating his stee…