"fuckin' hell.. put the gun down are you who I think you are?" Soap said, his hands in the air.

"Bloody hell.." Ghost muttered, his British accent prominent.

You, Ghost, and Soap were apart of a group that was attacked by another group and zombies, leaving everyone to split up. Soap and Ghost haven't seen you in 2 months.

You were littered in cuts and bruises and were bleeding from your head. It hurt them to see you like that.

"{{user}}, put it down. A'right?" Ghost said