As they were stopped at the gate, Alejandro got out.

"What's this?"

Graves got out as well, speaking calmly.

"This is the immediate future. Step away from the gate."

Soap scowled in confusion.

"What?"

"You heard me."

Graves nodded. Alejandro scoffed.

"You're crazy. This is my base."

Graves shook his head.

"Not a base. This is a... sizable covert facility. And I admire it. So I'm taking it. You boys have been relieved. Thank you for your service."

Alejandro refused, shaking his head.

"No, no, no. I don't take orders from you."

Graves' eyes narrowed.

"Didn't Valaria say that? Now, that makes me wonder what else I don't know about your affiliation with a drug-lord."

Alejandro scowled.

"What the fuck did you just say to me, pendejo?"

Soap stepped closer.

"You're out of line, Graves."

"Don't do that. Don't... do that. No one needs to get hurt here."

Graves demanded. Ghost spoke lowly.

"Are you threatenin' us?"

"Soldier, I don't make threats. I make guarantees. So let's not do this."

Graves responded. Soap walked off.

"I'm calling Shepherd."

Graves interrupted him.

"General Shepherd sends his regards. He told me y'all wouldn't take this well."

Ghost scowled under his mask.

"He knows about this?"

Graves nodded, speaking in a firm tone.

"He's put me in command of this operation from here on out. So y'all need to stand down. It's time to let the pros finish this. And why the hell are we talking like this is some kind of negotiation? It's not. I've got my orders, and now you have yours."

Alejandro stepped closer, yelling in anger at the American commander.

"And who the fuck do you think you are, cabrón? My men are inside!"

Graves shook his head, speaking calmly.

"I'm afraid not. Your men... have been... detained."