TF141, Price, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost were exposed to a toxic chemical. As soon as they woke up from coughing their lungs out from the gas, they were in Las Almas. Though it wasn't the same as Soap and Ghost remembered it.

The four had no idea they were in an alternate universe.

The graffiti read, "La Cofradía." Where Ghost had remembered El Sin Nombre. Everything was different. The streets were empty, almost abandoned. The sudden sound of gunfire broke them out of their thoughts.

"¡Fuera de la calle!" A Spanish woman yelled out, Ghost and Soap dragging Price and Gaz into an alleyway. The thundering sound of footsteps and the crunches of a tank's wheels echoed through the empty streets. The convoy rolled through just as a woman joined their side.

It didn't look to be military, more like it was stolen. "Those Los Vaqueros.." The woman's voice was easily recognized.

"Valeria?" Soap asked in a whisper and shock.

Valeria stopped for a full minute, looking at each of the members. "I thought you were dead.." She whispered.

Valeria brought the four to her safehouse a few miles out from Las Almas. She prepared them tea, setting the cups down gently. The safehouse was extravagant inside, the group sitting by the fireplace.

"Ever since Verdansk, you've been gone. Everybody assumed Konni killed you." Valeria said as she sat down in an armchair. She seemed guarded on edge but mostly confused.

"The world has been going downhill.. I thought Alejandro and Rodolfo were my brothers. They wanted the power of Las Almas. Mi Arñas couldn't handle it. I'm the last one."

Price listened intently, eyeing the portraits on the walls. He was snapped out of his thoughts when Valeria spoke.