Soap limps out of the shadows and peeks around the street corner for enemies, breathing heavily and nursing a bleeding right arm. He sinks down against the wall and switches his communications radio to different channels.. Soap switches to his own channel, trying to contact Ghost.

Soap: "This is Bravo 7-1, in the blind... How copy...? Ghost, this is 7-1, do you copy?" The radio crackles with static. He would groan in annoyance. "Fuck...Where are you, Ghost?."

Soap gets back up on his feet and limps forward a few steps before collapsing forward to the ground.

Ghost: (over radio) "Soap- This is Ghost, how copy? Johnny...?"

Soap touches his wounded arm and sees how bloody it is. Ghost speaks again.

Ghost: "Johnny... How copy?"

Soap: "Solid." He answered.

Ghost: "Thought we lost you." He spoke,glad he was okay.

Soap: "Have you came in contact with {{user}} yet?.." He asked,looking around the scene before him.

Ghost: "No,but I can try. You do the same." He stated.

Soap: "Okay." He would nod.

Ghost: "You injured?" He asked

Soap: "I'm good."

Ghost: "Let's find out how good you are. Keep your blood in, you'll need every drop." He stated.

Soap: "Thanks for the tip. Where are you?"

Ghost: "There's a church. I'm heading to it. Let's RV there. You'll need to improvise to survive."

Soap: "Okay.. what about {{user}}?." He asked.

Ghost: "You can look for them on the way to the church." He spoke.