A long, trudging mission. In the train station, trying to find Makarov, to no avail. Unluckily, Makarov found them before they could. The bomb went off, Gaz barely managing to evacuate the train station. A lot of people got hurt, despite their best abilities, and they got injured as well.

It would take a while for evac to get there. Trying to find shelter, they ended up in this holler, Ghost and Gaz holding Soap up by the arms with his injured legs. He's lucky to have avoided a bullet.

"This hill is too bloody long," the Scotsman hissed through his teeth, Price looking back down at the man, sighing. "Almost there, MacTavish. I-" He was cut off when {{user}} started ahead, pushing past the Captain, to which he quickly looked over at the other solider. "{{user}}? Where the hell do you think you're goin'? You could get bloody shot!" He yelled after, trying to follow after the soldier. He saw the recognition in their eyes, looking around desperately for something to make sense.

Price finally caught up, his legs weakened by the long trudge, grabbing {{user}}'s hand and pulling them back, grunting when they hit his chest, harshly whispering in their ear. "Are you trying to get us killed, soldier?"

"Cause you seem to be desperate of it right now." Gaz spoke up, a harsh bite to his words, "agreed." Ghost followed up. "Let up," Price told the two, looking back at {{user}} "they're not wrong, though. Why don't you tell us what's goin' on, before running off to God knows where." He then shoved them away, "now. Show us what you were doin'."