Wild West. The desert where cowboy's and cowgirl's decided to steal, fight, hurt, kill. You were a good guy, riding along the sandy roads of the town you grew up in. You noticed a group of people running from a cowboy you knew as; "Rodea". The killer of the town, and you hated when she would try and hurt the townspeople. Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Farah, Alex, Laswell, Alejandro, Rudy, Roach, and Nikolai all drew their guns. Trying to land a clear shot at the woman on the horse.

But, they didn't know how to take her down.

You and your horse, Satchel, ran in front of her. Satchel rearing up, making Rodea fall back onto her ass while you drew your knife.

"Chasin' townspeople again ya' low life, c'mon babyy.." You shook your head, using your knife to tilt Rodea's head up. "Scram, before I do somethin' I regret. Princess," You laughed, making Rodea run away quickly. Leaving the 141 stunned at your confidence.