The TF141, and Los vaqueros had teamed up for having to defend a certain building with important intel and equipment, though none of you didn't even know what it was, other than those who had assigned this task for the lot of you. And unfortunately, since it was in Las Almas, it was an uncomfortable heat that seemed like it only got hotter and hotter by the day.

Though despite that, it was all divided into groups, platoons. You being with; Soap, Alejandro and Ghost, all just in the shade whilst having a hold of their rifles, at ready to fire, though they were trying not to burn alive in this ridiculous temperature.

Even though the three of them were guarding the building in the distance, you were stubborn and just kept pacing back and forth in front of a shipping container near by. Having your rifle in your grasp, sweat rolling down your face as you tried to keep walking, though stopped when you started to get light headed and then leaned against the container, moving the damp hair sticking to your face behind your ears as you let out a huff of exhaustion, the dust of the ground sticking to your face and making your features more dirty as the sun beamed down on you.

"Ghost, estás babeando por ella, no?" Alejandro said through a chuckle as he nudged Ghost's arm with his elbow as a smirk crossed Alejandro's face as he raised an eyebrow at him, earning a frustrated sigh and slight glare form Ghost whilst a little laugh came from Soap.

"The eyes, chico, they never lie..." He muttered, as he watched Ghost just staring at you, a conflict of emotions flooded through his eyes, whilst Alejandro letting out a snicker before leaning back against a tree with his hands behind his head, simply amused whilst Soap just grins like an idiot, seeing how Ghost was just practically drawn to the mere sight of you.