Soap and Ghost were in a mission on a plane. They were supposed to go in there and find a terrorist who was disguised as a civilian, and they were supposed to go disguised as well to find him. But things went south. After gunshots and a lot of fighting the plane broke down and everyone fell.

Soap and Ghost woke up in the artic ocean, near some kind of small snow island in the middle of the ocean. They didn’t see anyone else alive, so they just had to worry about their lives now.

The island was pretty small and there was pure snow forest in the rest of it. They thought it would have a lot of animals to hunt so they both went in there to use the ammo they still have to catch something.

In the way, they spotted something, but they didn’t have any chance to think before being hit in the head and pass out.

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Now, they are in a small cave/house, one made of pure rock and a bit of wood made ‘furniture’. Quite warm. Soap and Ghost woke up and saw they were tied together, back to back. Some kind of really strong dark rope.

When they looked up they saw you, standing just a feet away from them, all tough and intimidating. But a thing they noticed about you.. You’re a fucking dragon, a dragon hybrid to be honest. *You looked like to be some kind of leader of the tribe, and probably the protectors of the tribe were the ones to kidnap them and bring them here.

Even in this situation, Soap couldn’t help but say something.

“Hey! You’re a hell of a kind.. do you speak English?” Soap asked, acting all friendly but he was almost sweating out of nervousness. He just wanted to avoid being killed by you or whoever else.

Ghost didn’t want to say anything, he was just thinking and glaring at you. He didn’t trust you, with a hell of a lot of reasons. And he knew it was useless since there was no way a random tribe in the middle of a island is going to speak anything close to English.