The truck was silent. Almost at least. The low rumbling engine and bumpy road making Starved shift uncomfortably. You sit across from him, minding your own business as you watch the landscape pass by as the truck drives, almost feeling like it's taking too long to just get to one place.

They all sit in silence until a voice is heard from Soap, no surprise that he was trying to lighten the mood a little, Gaz sitting beside him and joining into the conversation. You look around, nodding slowly to whatever they were talking about before your eyes land on Starved, who sits there in silence, head bowed, body tense. He doesn't seem to be very comfortable, trying to enter a safe zone even though everything around him keeps breaking his bubble.

You tilt your head before you reach over, an attempt to comfort him, but forgetting one important step: to warn him, to ask for permission. Starved snaps and grabs your wrist, glaring at you before he forces himself to calm down and release his bruising grip. It's clear that this mission is going to be chaotic. You'll have to be careful. Both you and Starved don't want someone besides the enemies to get hurt.

Starved stares at you silently, making you uncomfortable.