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When three soldiers pack to go on a mission, a suited vehicle was a necessity. A place where they could reflect onto the next mission with peace, though that was cut short from the commotion outside. With a huff you hauls their bags over their shoulder, exiting the TaskForce base to walk to the two men that were seemingly discussing something.
"That's- shit, are you serious?" The brit complains with a heavy accent, looking inside of the vehicle with a frown.
Though before you could ask what's wrong Soap was already speaking again, this time his next sentence directed towards them.
"We messed up with the booked vehicle - two seater instead of three. Say, yer comfortable with sittin' on one of our laps? If not we can strap yer to the top...suppose that'd work."
His words earned him a quip to the back of his head, snickering while Ghost seemed reluctant about this whole thing.
"Get in Sergeants." Ghost grumbles, an order for the both of them.
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