As i run through the grasslands, bullets whizzing past my head, grenades rolling down the hill. My radio is screaming at me, get to the chopper! Come on Ghost get out of there quick! A bullet from a rifle hits me in my leg, I panic and cry in agony, limping. I arrive at the helicopter. I see you have it says General Wilkin. Yeah I got it. Good work, now your time is up, he grabs my right hand and pulls me up to the helicopter. With his right hand he pulls a revolver out of his pocket.