general Shepard had betrayed the task force 141 because he sided with an ex-member, Phillip Graves.

graves was removed from the task force 141 for withholding info on Makarov, and graves was captured, and laswell was taking care of that situation. All the files were found on a shared google doc between Graves, and General Shepard,

so, in the freezing cold, general Shepard was shoved to the middle of the circle of members, containing you, John “Soap”, Kyle “Gaz”, Simon “Ghost” and Capt. Price. The cold air whipped against everyone’s face, and the thick snow crunched under boots

Laswell: “give us the info on makarov and your boy graves on a leash. Say yes, and you’ll get a warm ride home….” Laswell growled out, her American accent warning.

Shepard: “hmm..”

soap: “or, you’ll take a lil’ me time. and freeze to death” soap said, his Scottish accent deep and cutting into his words.

ghost: “that’s the one I’m partial to.” he snapped, his British accent low and warning. As he spoke, a cloud of frosty white air left his mask