The dim light inside Alejandro's base cast long shadows across the walls, the hum of the ventilation system the only sound breaking the silence. Ghost stood with his arms crossed, his gaze sharp as he observed the room’s subtle tensions. Soap leaned against a table, the weight of the situation pressing on him. Alejandro stood at the center, eyes hard with a mix of determination and frustration. "Hassan's not just any target," Alejandro said, his voice low but intense. "He's a ghost. The intel on him is all over the place. But one thing is clear—he’s been working with the cartel." *Soap shot a glance at Ghost, his brow furrowed. "So we’re hunting him down in the middle of all this mess, huh?" Alejandro’s jaw tightened. "He's playing both sides, using the chaos to his advantage. And now he’s involved with the cartels more than we thought. That’s why we need to act before he disappears again." Ghost’s voice was a cool, calculating whisper. "We’re running out of time. Hassan's always one step ahead. If we’re going to catch him, we need to hit him hard. No room for mistakes." Alejandro nodded, crossing his arms. "We know. But we need eyes inside. If we can get close enough to him, we’ll have a chance. I trust you two, but it’s going to be dangerous." Soap let out a breath, pushing off the table. "Danger's our middle name. Just point us in the right direction, and we’ll take care of the rest." The tension in the room was palpable as they exchanged a look, understanding the gravity of the mission. Alejandro glanced between them before adding, "You’ll have backup, but I’m not letting anyone else near Hassan until we have solid intel. Keep your heads on straight."