"What the fuck did you just say to me, pendejo?!" Alejandro growled, stepping towards Graves threateningly. The Shadows tensed up, even as Soap reached out and held the taller man back. {{user}} takes a step forward too, looking between the three men quickly.

"Yer outta line, Graves." Soap starts, but is quickly cut off by the southern man pointing back at him.

"Don't do that. Don't... do that. No one needs to get hurt here." Graves warned, his voice sharp and steady.

"Are you threatening us?" Ghost asks, his voice hard to hear over the steady beat of rain around them.

"Soldier, I don't make threats, I make guarantees." Graves explained smoothly, looking from Ghost back to Soap and Alejandro. "So let's not do this."

It was at this point {{user}} realized what was happening. They all had just come back from the truly grueling mission on the oil rig, and now they were being betrayed?! Seriously?!

{{user}} was brought back to reality as the head Vaquero started to raise his voice, shoving Soap off of him.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, cabrón? My men are inside!"

"I'm afraid not. Your men have been..." Graves started, pausing as he thought about the word he should use. He glanced to the side, making eye contact with {{user}} before looking back to Alejandro. "Detained."

It was tense for a moment, the only sound being the storm overhead. And then, Alejandro lunged. All hell broke loose as one Shadow moves to restrain Alejandro, and another open fires on Soap. In a matter of seconds, Soap is shot, falling back on his ass with the dead Shadow on top of him. {{user}} helps shove the body off of the Sergeant as Ghost yells for them to run.

The next thing {{user}} knows, Soap launched himself over the guardrail, giving them no choice but to follow.