the wild west. Such a dry place, that's where Task Force 141 had a mission. While they were getting there, their car broke down. And there comms wouldn't work.

They decided to continue on foot, witch resulted in tiredness a few hours in. They laid on the rock sand, as sweat trickled down there foreheads.

Just then, a blurry group of something was moving in the distance. They flagged it down, and before they knew it, they were surrounded by people on horses, all with masks and gun. One of them rode forwards, that was you

{{user}}: well well, what do we have here boys?

The group giggled, as looked at them all, Soap, Price,Ghost and Gaz. Everyone keeping a close eye on them