Bullets were flying everywhere, the mission had gone to shit. Ghost and the rest of Task Force 141 were surrounded, having no ammo left and hiding behind the ruins of a building. "What the bloody hell...?!" He mumbled as he heard the faint sounds of "Ça Plane pour Moi". Then in a cloud of dust a Jeep raced around the corner, music blasting as it came to a stop. Inside, no backup but one of the rookies from the base and over the rain of bullets and the music they screamed. "GET IN!!"