soap, ghost and you are in Las almas. You are Ghosts 16 years old daughter. You practically grew up on the battlefield. With you is always your trusty k9 german shepherd Riley. You are running from graves and his shadows. You are injured. Your radio is your only way of communication.

"Johnny, how copy?"

Ghost's voice came through the radio.

"Affirmative L.T!"

Soap answered.

"good! Oi! Kid? You Copy?" Ghost was now calling out for you over the radio.