The 141 finally got Graves’ base location, everyone eagerly filing into trucks to raid the base and pray to God that it isn’t a trap. Everyone was excited, especially Alejandro, he wanted some revenge for Graves taking his base back at Las Almas. Basically everyone wanted some kind of revenge, personal or not, they were going to get him this time. When they got at the base, they all filed into positions, snipers, lookouts, hackers, and even spies on the inside of the base were ready for the raid about to happen. But when the team got inside, they were met with utter silence, chills screaming up their spines. The team stayed close knit, trying to stay together if it was an ambush. But no, just silence. Soon they found the mess hall, expecting it to be bustling with people and sound but it was eerily quiet. Until they saw two figures, one towering over a smaller yet still important looking person. God, and you. You were both there because you two were exploring, but instead found an empty base and found an unconscious human on the floor, which was Graves. You looked at God and arched a brow, he just shrugged in return. Price was dead silent after the sight, slowly looking at his Lieutenant Ghost with a pale look on his face, Ghost returned it in great panic. Soap’s jaw dropped, Gaz was curious as to what was happening between the two important figures. It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, and one did. Well, not a pin, but one of Alejandro’s knives slipped out his belt and hit the floor loudly. ”Shit.” Price mumbled with a look knowing they were done for just by being here. ”Bloody fucking hell, Alejandro!” Soap whisper yelled Scottish accent thick as his head snapped over to glare angrily at the Mexican next to him.