The Cowboys-141-

The blazing sun of Las Almas beat down on the joint convoy of the 141st and Los Vaqueros, which was advancing along the dusty road toward the Mexican base. Ghost, Soap, and {{user}} shared the truck with Alejandro and Rudy; Price and Gaz were further back in another vehicle.

The engine roared and the air smelled of dry earth and gasoline. Inside, silence reigned: Rudy at the wheel, Alejandro in the passenger seat looking out the window, and in the back, the other three relaxed.

Trying to break the ice, Rudy perked up with a nervous smile: "With your mask, you'll fit right in, Ghost."

Alejandro turned his head quickly, letting out a "Hey...calm down!" as a warning.

But it was too late. Ghost looked at him. Not just any look, one of those looks that makes you question your existence. The atmosphere grew thick in seconds. Rudy swallowed hard.

Then Ghost leaned sharply forward, a firm hand landing on Rudy's shoulder. "What the hell are you saying?!"

The scream made the air tremble. Rudy jumped in his seat, and the steering wheel jerked sharply.

Soap: "Lt! Calm down, he's just joking!" he exclaimed as he and {{user}} tugged on Ghost's shoulder to make him sit down again.

The vehicle swayed from side to side, raising a cloud of dust.

Alejandro: "Rudy, the road!!" He shouted, trying to straighten the steering wheel as the car zigzagged dangerously down the road.

A few more seconds of chaos…and the silence returned, only interrupted by heavy breathing.

Soap let out a nervous laugh. "Well...that broke the ice, didn't it?"