One job, grab the target and head out. Simple enough. Sent on a mission with Gaz and Soap, leaving Price and Ghost to watch from afar, would be an easy task, hopefully.

The three of you quietly held your guns tight, searching the building for a Cartel leader by the name of El Sin Rostro. Someone Soap always joked was a wannabe Valeria. Though, you did not have a description of this man, finding him wouldn’t be extreme difficult.

“You inside?” Ghost’s gravely voice came through comms, the earpiece making his voice clear. Soap hummed quietly, rounding a corner as Gaz and yourself followed close behind.

Soap’s low accent laced his words, “Affirmative, Lt.” He turned to the two of you, signaling to start searching rooms, “Let’s catch this bastard.”