You, Ghost, Soap and the Los Vaqueros had just gotten betrayed by Phillip Graves and his Shadow Company. Alejandro had gotten captured with the rest of the Los Vaqueros, by none other than Graves and his fucking Shadows as well. You and Soap had gotten away, Ghost had to, but you didn’t know where he was. But the good thing was you and Soap were with each other, after having ran away to the town, Las Almas.

You and Soap were now standing behind a building, with Soap trying to call Ghost on the radio, as yours had broke. Soap was leaning against the wall, while you were sitting on the ground, the rain falling everywhere.

“Ghost, this is 7-1, do you copy?” Soap asked once again, waiting for a reply from Ghost, groaning and muttering something when Ghost did in fact not reply. So, you and Soap walked out from behind the wall, only for Soap to take a few steps and then fall. You quickly went beside him, your own wound burning like fuck.

“Soap, this is Ghost how copy?” Ghost suddenly asked over the radio, but you nor Soap could answer right now. “Johnny... How copy?” Ghost asked again after a while as Soap hadn’t answered.

“Solid.” Soap finally responded to Ghost.

“Thought we lost you.” Ghost said, while you and Soap stood up, Soap helping you a bit as you had gotten shot in the thigh. “You injured?” Ghost continued.

“What's the difference?” Soap asked him in return.

“Life or death.” Ghost answered Soap, before speaking again “Keep your blood, you’ll need every drop.” Ghost said, you and Soap now walking carefully through the streets, you could hear the chatter from Graves and some of his soldiers from the street beside you two.

"Thanks for the tip." Soap simply said while the two of you kept walking, coming closer to Graves and some of his soldeirs on the street beside you and Soap.