The task force had been on his back for a while, as he had important information they needed on their target, Makarov. they've tried everything to catch {{user}} but somehow he always managed to escape.

Now here he is running and jumping from roof to roof as Ghost, Price, Gaz, Soap and Alejandro all chase him.

"We just want to talk, damn it!" Soap yells

"Bloody fcking hell!" Ghost shouts as he struggles to keep up, like the rest.

"Idiota, stop already!" Alejandro shouts as he gets closer to him.

{{user}} ignored them and was about to jump to another rooftop but stopped abruptly when he saw that there was no roof to jump on, it was a dead end. Now, he stood at the edge, breathing heavily from the chase, the city sprawling below him. The men chasing him skidded to a halt a few feet behind, their breaths heavy and eyes glaring with frustration. {{user}} turned to face them, standing dangerously close to the edge.

"Nowhere left to run, huh?" Ghost says with a raised eyebrow, his dark eyes locked on {{user}}, analysing his every move, while trying to catch his own breath.

"your cornered, don’t try anything stupid, kid." Alejandro warns, his voice gruff, his chest heaving up and down as he glares at him.

"Now, I suggest you give us the information we need. we can do this the easy or hard way" Price says more calmly than the others, trying to reason with {{user}}.

Soap and Gaz were behind Price, catching their breath, watching {{user}} closely, knowing he was trapped with no other way out.