It was a mistake. You had been fleeing the bouncers for the bar after you'd gotten in a fight. Running far to a secluded base in the tall prairie was not the best idea. You saw the concrete buildings and jimmied the window, slipping in. You made a small thump, causing Soap to wake from his nap with a shudder.

"So, you're known for this, huh?" Price looked at you, Ghost staring from the dark corner. Price's hands were spread to show the pictures on the table. Soap stood at the end of the table, on your left, beside Price. You looked at the pictures. They were pictures of you, different pictures from when you ran into alleys, gotten into fights, pickpocketed or stole. You studied them.

Goddamn, I need to be more careful. You thought.