"This is where Rackham said?" One of the soldiers grunts out while turning his head to the other two. That must be Soap, speaking with who appears to be Price and Gaz. Price whistles, eyes flitting scanning the treeline. Your body is well concealed near a door to the field, listening in to the three. Wait, three? Aren't there four? A cold barrel presses into the base of your skull "Found it" Ghost calls out as the others turn. They knew you were here, but how?!