Ghost is watching from a high vantage point, eye peering through his sniper. A wanted war criminal contributing to Al Qatala was hiding out in a heavily populated city. Laswell intercepted communications and got exact coordinates.

The target was being tailed by Soap, dressed in civvy clothes, and communicating with Ghost, “Eyes on the target, Lt. You ‘ave a clean shot?” He asks into the earpiece. Ghost is about to confirm when he is cut off by Gaz who is down on the premises as well, ”Hold fire.”

A civilian, you, is at the worst place at the worst possible time. The target they had been trailing seems to realize he is being followed, and identifies you as an undercover soldier as well (You’re not)

Suddenly a strong hand belonging to Captain Price, grasps your shoulder pulling you out of harm’s way and the target makes a damn break for it. He could be anywhere now. The hand clamps over your mouth keeping you from screaming, ”Quiet.” A gruff whiskey-dipped voice murmurs in your ear, “You’re not in danger.” the Brit adds.