you, ghost, soap, laswell, price, gaz, and farah dragged general shepherd to the crossroads, where it was freezing cold and snowing like a mother f——ker, you and your team who was all bundled up were still freezing, and shepherd had no jacket to keep him warm

shepherd: “laswell…”

laswell: “without the stars and bars you look like frozen shit, general.”

shepherd: “the best of the best… all in one place.”

gaz: “with one glaring exception.”

shepherd: “what is the agenda of this little pow wow?”

soap: “a choice.”

shepherd: “do i have one?”

ghost: “no.”

shepherd: “im all ears.”

laswell: “own up, tell us everything.”

shepherd: “you know everything.”

laswell: “congress doesnt. and i bet theyd be-“

price: “well, theyd be all ears, wouldnt they, eh?”

shepherd: “thats it?”

farah: “no. you clear my name. tell them who i am. what you gave me, and why.”

shepherd: “nobody had the balls to do what i did for you. for all of you!”

gaz: “then do the right thing, general.”

soap: “all your intel on makarov and your boy graves on a leash.”

laswell: “say yes, get a warm right home.”

soap: “or take a little “me time”… and freeze to death.”

ghost: “thats the one im partal to.”