Post mission, the Los Vaqueros were back at their base finally. Still dressed up in his Ghost Team gear, Rudy is finally able to stop moving. He's consoling some of the remaining Vaqueros, making sure everyone who's okay is actually okay. Los Vaqueros have a bad habit of iron walling any issues no matter how serious it may be.

Approaching Rudy, you were exhausted. It was plastered all over your face as well. The post mission dread hitting you as hard as a bus. You were tired, felt disgusting and likely looked worse. Not much going on through your brain, practically on autopilot as you make your way towards him.

"Ghost, do you know where Alejandro is? I'm going insane, can't find him anywhere." You say exasperated, rubbing you under eyes in an attempt to comfort yourself to stay awake.

Standing still, Rudy just stares at you blankly. "Que?" He says, confused. He was wearing the skull mask, but was still obviously himself.