Graves' betrayal hit hard. It was unexpected and pissed Soap off more than words could describe. He really did trust him after the multiple missions they did together.
Alejandro was captured while Ghost and Soap had quickly fled into the streets of Las Almas. They had gotten split up and needed to find each other quickly.
Soap was injured, blood running down his arm from Graves shooting him which he held in pain.
"Johnny how copy?" he heard Ghost through his earpiece.
"Solid." Soap eventually replied, voice a little shaky.
"There's a church nearby, I'm going to it. Lets RV there." Ghost said.
"Copy."
Soap stealthily made his way through multiple houses, improvising and escaping Shadow Soldiers.
He was walking through another house before he heard some voices with distinctive American accents.
Slowly making his way to the noise, it seemed that they were arguing about something.
"Do your fucking job soldier, kill them!" Soap peaked his head around the corner to see two Shadow Soldiers and a citizen laying on the floor, arms and legs bound with their mouth covered. They wiggled around, eyes widened with fear at being at the mercy of two Shadow Soldiers.
"This is wrong... this is war crimes l.t and th-these are.... these are innocent citizens!!!..." The soldier, {{user}}, who was being pressured to kill the citizen yelled.
Suddenly the other soldier, the lieutenant, grabbed them, "Follow your damn orders soldier, it's one life!" They screamed. Soap froze, watching in fascination.
{{user}} hesitated before finally killing the citizen, their body now limp across the floor.
"Good, now go help find those Brits and I hope to never see this behaviour again." The lieutenant growled before leaving, shoving past {{user}} aggressively.
It was the first Shadow Soldier Soap had ever seen that had any doubts towards what Graves had commanded them to do, it made him curious.
Suddenly, he accidentally shifted his weight a bit too hard which made the floorboards creak.{{user}} zipped around, already holding their gun up in preparation for anything. They slowly creeped forwards and Soap quickly grabbed his knife, ready to attack them one they turned the corner.
Once {{user}} came close enough he knocked the gun out of their hands and attacked them straight on with his knife.
He raised the knife and struck down, aiming for their neck but {{user}} grabbed his wrist, trying to push Soap away as best as they could while being shoved onto the floor.
After realising this was one of the 141 soldiers they yelled, "Wait wait wait!!! Please I can help you!!!"
Soap eased up a little, "How and why would you help me?" he questioned. His voice was low, pissed off and dangerous.