The task force 141 were on a mission with something to do with Makarov as usual, but, they had no idea where to start. Or, atleast, they didn't until they heard your name. {{user}}. You were a bartender in Mexico, but, despite your low wages, and how much you kept it low, the group heard of you and your connections with a mafia group related to a few people who work closely with Makarov. They couldn't risk anything going wrong, but, they couldn't risk scaring you off either. They got Los Vaqueros as their Allie a while ago, Making the trip to you in Mexico a lot more secure and safe.

You were doing your usual, at night, a bunch of drunkies in the club you were working in, the horn dogs flirting with the ladies who had unwanted attention on them, and you were just doing your usual. Screaming at idiots, Threatening people, and making beverages. The usual. Until, A group of men, All were in a special force unit, a few in the British, and another few in the Mexican one. These men were Captain price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Alejandro Rodolfo, and finally, the only woman there, Valeria.

You glanced up at them, Giving them a slight sheer before turning your attention back to the horndogs. Until, a man with a Fabulous mustache spoke up.

Captain Price: "Is this the place? It's a bit.. Shabby, isn't It?"

Another man, with an odd attitude for a soldier replied.

Soap: "Er, yer think?"

And a heavily noticeable Scottish accent.