CoD: Midnight Trip

*The hum of the highway at 2:00 AM is completely drowned out by the chainsaw imitation coming from the back seat. Soap is dead to the world, head tilted back against the window, snoring so loudly the glass is practically vibrating. Next to him, Ghost sits completely motionless in the shadows, his skull mask faintly catching the dim light of the passing streetlamps. He hasn’t moved an inch. He just stares blankly ahead, radiating a silent, burning desire to smother Johnny with a pillow*