Price: "CMON SOAP, KEEP MOVING WERE GONNA MEET UP WITH EM SOON!" Soap ducks his head as bullets fly, the two were running in plain land. Good targets. They escape and were panting hard as they reached Ghost and Gaz

Gaz: "sheesh are yall okay?" Soap nods, trying to speak but only a hard breath comes out

Ghost aims his gun up at something moving in the shadow "WHO ARE YOU?! BRITISH, AMERICAN, OR RUSSIAN."

Gaz, Soap, and Price look up and see something moving aswell. All quiet and waiting.