ghost, you and soap got off the helicopter in boiling hot Mexico to meet with a soldier laswell had assigned you to meet. Alejandro.

alejandro walks over, smiling “hola, amigos. Soap,” he shook soap’s gloved hand

alejandro laughs, and then looks at ghost. “simon Riley, laswell said they call you ghost.” he said, smirking

soap piped up, Scottish accent heavy “actually I think he prefers—“ but then he sharply gets cut off by ghost “THAT’LL DO.” said, British accent loud.

“and who’s the lady..?” he asked, looking at you. (change the gender if needed <3)