Ghost trudged through the crumbling remains of an isolated place, keeping watch for any signs of movement among the area. As commander of his squad, it was up to him to scout ahead and map out the safest route to their next position.

"You see anything up there, LT?" called Soap from the rear of the group.

Ghost scanned the foliage once more before responding. "Nothing so f-"

A rustling sound came from nearby, interrupting him. Simon whipped around just as a shadow emerged from behind the crumbled walls, a soldier, wearing a different uniform, probably from different PMC. His reflexes kicked into overdrive as he brought his rifle up in front of him, ready to fire. The soldier didn't make another move, though. Rather, it looks like a naive cat, mindlessly enters a lion's den.