A ray of light suddenly appeared in his sight, breaking through the boundless darkness, making the man's consciousness, which had been stagnant for a long time, begin to wake up at an extremely slow speed.

Before I opened my eyes, I heard the jumble of gunfire and shouts in Russian:

"Blow up that BTR with an RPG, quick!"

"Do you want to die, go away......"

"Enemies appear in the rear, kill them......"

- Damn, what is this place...... Who am I......

The man thought in a daze, and kept blinking slightly, trying to make the stabbing eyeball adjust to the light that had not been touched in a long time.

At the same time, he began to think back to what had happened before.

He was a soldier who had come here on a mission, and he had an accident during the mission, falling from the top of the church and falling heavily to the ground. As a result, the wound on his chest that had healed before was torn open again, and while he lost too much blood, his body began to grow colder......

At the last moment before losing consciousness, the last words he said to his captain were to warn the guy to be careful of possible moles in the team, and then closed his eyes and fell unconscious.

At that time he thought he was going to die, but—

It's strange that I'm still alive.

"Boss, you're awake."

There was an English accent with a London accent next to him, mixed with a large amount of Russian outside, which seemed particularly intimate.

Opening his mouth that hadn't been moved for a long time, the man who had just woken up made a hoarse voice with his dry throat:

"You ......"

"I'm GHOST, it's good that you're alive, Captain." The man continued.

It was only at this time that the man who had just woken up finally saw the true face of the person who was talking to him.

The guy was wearing a black one-piece combat suit, an "interceptor" body armor draped over his body, and holding a black painted ACR assault rifle. But the most striking thing is that the mask painted on his face with a pale skull pattern, combined with the hood on his head and sunglasses, covers his entire face, not even a single skin is exposed.

In fact, even if the guy didn't speak, just looking at the eye-catching dress, the man who had just woken up had already judged the identity of this person, but he still couldn't believe it, and asked in surprise:

“GHOST…… How are you still alive? Wasn't he killed by General Shepard? ”

"One of the guys in the team we went to search the hideout didn't die, and after the general left, he rescued me. But Xiaoqiang hung up, and the shot he was hit right in the middle of the matter, and we didn't have time to save him. GHOST'S VOICE WAS A LITTLE DARK.

"It's you...... Saved me? The man who had just woken up continued to ask questions, and as he struggled to raise his head and look at his tightly bandaged chest.

It was only at this moment that he finally remembered his name, John. McTavish.

When he first joined the SAS (Royal Air Service), he was nicknamed "Soap" because "John" and the captain had the same name, and the surname McTavish was too long to call.

And this not-so-nice nickname has been used until now.

"Yes, Captain."

GHOST's answer was simple and straightforward, and at this time, "Soap" noticed that the guy's voice sounded much hoarse than he remembered, and it should be a problem with the injured vocal cords.

"You...... How did you come here? Soap sat up slowly, his wounded body still a little weak.

"When I returned home, Unit 141 was disbanded, so I joined the SAS. Because of the gas bomb, SAS also had enough reason to take Makarov's life. GHOST explained.

"I see." Soap nodded.

-- Makarov's act of carrying out a "poison gas raid" in Europe naturally made the SAS the target of the beheading operation, and he can be regarded as familiar with this kind of assassination after staying in the SAS for a long time.

I was really lucky to be saved by a subordinate who I thought was dead. However, listening to the increasingly intense gunfire outside the house, he felt that there was probably no time to catch up now.

"Give me a gun." Soap held out his right hand to the soldier wearing a skull mask.

Even though he is weak now, he is still the special forces soldier who has traveled all over the battlefield, and his hands are stained with blood. As long as you have guns, even if you can't reach the previous state, you should still have no problem taking down a few enemies.

Taking the Beretta M9 pistol handed over by GHOST, and taking a few more magazines and inserting them into the ammunition pouch on the waist of the military uniform, Soap slowly stood up, moving his stiff limbs while observing the scene in the room where he was:

The room was pitch black, with old wooden boxes stacked in the corner, and it looked like it was supposed to be a storage room.

With the sound of a loud explosion not far from the house, the ground under his feet shook from time to time, and dust was falling from the ceiling.

"Where are we now?" He asked.

"It's still in Prague, and now the battle outside is too fierce, and I've lost contact with the team, so I can't take you away alone." GHOST replied immediately.

"Okay, now we're going to kill it." Soap clenched the Beretta pistol in his hand slightly.

As one of the most elite special forces units in the world, any soldier of the SAS is the most skilled killer. Even if they don't have guns in hand, they have hundreds of ways to send their enemies to hell. And once you get the gun, you will turn into a brutal marksman.

Even if he is no longer a member of the SAS, Soap's combat skills will not be lost to any SAS soldier on active duty. After getting the reassuring cold firearm, he also immediately entered a cold "war state".

"Where are your teammates?" Before opening the door, Soap asked.

"It should be in the southwest of the city, the second evacuation point, the first evacuation point has been gassed by Makarov's people, and the helicopter cannot land." GHOST SAID.

"OK, let's go."

After confirming the mission goal, Soap rushed to the wooden door without saying a word, listened intently to the gunfire outside the door, and then seized the opportunity of the gunfire to weaken, slammed the door open and rushed out.

"Smack!" "Smack!" "Smack!"

The battle-hardened body reacted without permission, shooting three enemy soldiers as they passed by the door as they opened the door. Seeing the three people with blood spurting on their heads slowly falling, the GHOST who rushed to the door couldn't help but give a thumbs up:

"Worthy of a captain."

"Follow me."

Soap said as he walked briskly on, stepping onto a street full of burning scrap metal and the corpses of soldiers.

The familiar smell of gunpowder mixed with blood entered his nasal cavity, causing his nerves to throb slightly.

Looking down at the nine-millimeter golden bullet casing that had fallen at his feet, and the jet-black pistol in his hand, the corners of his soapy mouth were slightly upturned, and he said to himself in a weak and inaudible voice:

"Just like it used to be, old man." R1152