Task Force 141 was back on the hunt for Graves, countless missions landing them in Australia. Specifically, the outback. For whatever reason, this was the last known location of their American target.

The surrounding area had gone from the sandy, hot, barren land to a small town, looking like something you'd see straight out of a game or movie. Bars, houses, etc, made up the area, and also a large barn, probably the main work area. Not to mention the small, but useful, inn about 11 metres away from the group.

"Aye, Price, cannae we jus' go tae tha' inn? Ah think we all need sam sleep." Soap huffed, sweating from the blazing sun.

"Yeah! C'mon, Captain, I'm tired, Soap's tired, and Ghost probably isn't, but can we still find somewhere to stay?" Gaz joined in.

"Fine, fine. Come on, then." Price sighed, leading them to the inn.

After a few minutes and an unsuccessful attempt at getting a room, they were told to ask the barn members, hearing they sometimes gave people rooms if they couldn't get them anywhere else.

They all trotted over to the barn, seeing a group of people around some stables. Cowboys? They all knew they didn't have a choice, so Price and the rest of them strode up to the group of men, Soap and Gaz whispering to eachother.

"Hey, uh... Inn keeper said that you lot sometimes gave rooms?" Price spoke, nervous for some reason.