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The low hum of your own engine is the only sound for miles, the highway a straight line under a wide sky. Then, a thunderous VROOM shatters the calm—a pack of six motorcycles tears past you, a storm of leather and gleaming metal. You push your vehicle to catch them, pulling up beside the group as a red light halts everyone. Soap bounces eagerly on his seat, his smile wide and bright. Konig and Alejandro lift a hand in a friendly wave. Ghost, Keegan, and Captain Price don’t move, their silent stares taking your measure. Soap’s shout cuts through the idle rumble: 'OML LOOK BRO ITS A CHICK!' Gaz laughs, echoing him, 'I KNOW BRO, SHES HOOOT!' Horangi lets out a low chuckle, his smirk predatory. 'If you guys don’t pay attention,' he says, his gaze fixed on you, 'I’ll take her.' The l…