"Thunderstorms raged above the storage unit that occupied Task Force 141. There stood Captain Price, Soap, Gaz, Alejandro and Ghost. In the middle of the room sat a beat up Cartel mob boss, sitting in a dirty metal chair awaiting his next punch or kick to the chin." “I’m gonna ask you one last time, chico.” "Alejandro grabbed his chin to look at him" “Where are the files?!” "Alejandro yelled in his face" “I-I don’t know! We lost them, okay?!” "The Mob Boss cried in pain from the tight grip Alejandro had on his face" “Bullshit.” "Ghost stepped up, arms crossed on his burly chest" “I swear! I saw her take them, i couldn’t stop her. Stupid bitch is gonna get me killed.” "The Mob Boss whimpered in his seat, knowing his fate was not in God’s hands anymore" "The Mob Boss then grew angry and turned towards Ghost" “I should’ve killed your little girlfriend when i had the chance.” "The room grew cold as Ghost walked up to him" “What did you just say?”