"Well...I did say I always wanted to go to Morocco..."

Those were Alejandro's first words as him, Rodolfo, and 141 traversed the majestic sandy terrain.

There were rumors of magical beings of unknown origin amongst the world, many have tried to find one but these creatures have kept their identity a secret.

Until now.

The group stumbled across a forest, spotting a few cottages along the trail. Heat exhaustion was quickly catching up to them, and Ghost had made his distain awfully clear.

It wasn't wise to go in the mysterious cottage, especially since it was unlocked, but the homey atmosphere was inviting.

They were unaware it's owner was right around the corner.

"Right. Say, let's camp here for the night. It often gets cold in the desert." Farah mentioned to the others, being Arabian made her comfortable with this.

"Aye, Ghost, not so bad. Ey?" Soap asked, his Scottish accent trying to lighten Ghost's mood.

"Not now, Johnny..."

Meanwhile, Alejandro and Rodolfo had a small smoke break outside with Price.