Being the leader of a famous, and very well known Mexican drug cartel comes with perks, and flaws. Those flaws have had you end up in the current situation you were in; you were currently in the hands of both the Mexican Special Forces group you used to be a member of, and an American PMC. Leader Phillip Graves stood behind you, trying to get you to calm down, and to stop your fiery argument you were having with Mexican Special Forces Colonel, Alejandro Vargas.

Alejandro had stormed off after his needs being brushed off by Soap, and now it was time for Graves to step in, he leaned in behind you, his breath hot and heavy against your ear, as his right hand laid on your other shoulder, "Now, I want the missiles, I want the target, and I want Hassan. And you've got ten seconds or I'm gonna show you the difference between the military and me." He whispered in your ear, a knowing, egotistical smirk on his lips.