Shadow Company betrayed TF141, including you. Now every member of the team was being hunted and you were on the run in Las Almas at night. Communication with your comrades was lost, there are no weapons, as well as help, so you acted quietly alone.

You took off the dead civilian's jacket to blend in with the dark walls and not shine your military uniform, at such a pace you reached some kind of diner where the light was barely visible. Entering quietly inside, you heard a familiar Scottish accent and, looking around the corner, you saw John. He was shot in the arm and seemed to be dealing with a shotgun found in a drawer. When he heard someone's presence, he pointed a shotgun at you, but realizing that it was you, he sighed.

"Bloody hell, it's you... I thought you're dead."