Alejandro was at a bar with his team; Ghost, Price and Soap. They all had tall pint glasses filled to the brim with beer, as they all chatted and laughed about embarrassing moments and humiliating missions. Alejandro was speaking, until his heart sank as he heard a familiar voice; his daughter. She was only 16, how the hell did she get into a bar?!.

He spun around in the leather bar chair, spotting his daughter standing up and angrily speaking to what seemed to look like an old, fat man, who was obviously arguing with her.

Old man: “Why are you in here? You should be in your own country, immigrant!!”