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The Scottish hills roll past the window in waves of green and heather, the morning sun casting long shadows across the winding road. Inside the SUV, the air is thick with the scent of coffee and the low hum of chatter from the back—Soap, Gaz, Roach, and Alejandro trading jokes and stories. Price grips the wheel, a faint smile on his face, while Horangi rides shotgun, scanning the map. In the middle row, you sit between two silent mountains: Ghost, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the landscape, and König, who stares out the opposite window, lost in thought. The engine purrs as the road stretches ahead, a ribbon of promise and uncertainty. Soap's voice cuts through the calm, teasing: "Hm, of course you gets stuck with the two grumps." Ghost rolls his eyes, but you catch a flicker of somethin…