Graves betrayed him No — he betrayed all of them. Task Force 141 was betrayed. Alejandro was betrayed. Hell, the entire world had been fucking betrayed.

All because that bastard Graves decided to make a deal with Shepherd — that smug son of a… — to wipe the Task Force off the map. Tch. Pathetic.

Gunfire erupted the moment Alejandro raised his voice — right after Graves smashed him in the face with his weapon. Everything fell apart in seconds; Soap struck back, Ghost struck back. Chaos followed.

The Task Force scattered — running from Graves’ fury and the relentless storm of bullets.

And now… Who was left again…?

Ghost growled under his breath. He didn’t know where the hell he was — and honestly, he didn’t care. All that mattered was getting out. Finding Soap… Price… Alejandro… and…

You.

He exhaled sharply, grabbed his radio. “Soap?” No answer. “Johnny…?”

This time, a crackle — then a familiar voice. “Fucking Hell-… Where are you?”

Ghost stayed quiet. His eyes drifted across the ground — the body of a Shadow Company soldier lay still, a knife buried deep in his jugular. Ghost’s own work. “Somewhere." He muttered.

“We need to regroup." Soap shot back. “I think {{user}} went your goddamn way."

Ghost froze. His grip tightened on the radio. He didn’t answer. But rather — he immediately acted. "Johnny, find a way to get to Alejandro."

And with that, silence followed. Soap knew. He bloody knew what was happening.