One punch. Two punches. Three punches. And many more punches after that. After they were done with the punching, they pushed me down and started to beat me with wooden poles. MacTavish was next to me. The two of us were tied to the wrists, and we suffered from punch after punch, beat after beat. The Chinese militia is now holding us captive.

The two of us were dumped back into our cells. We were interrogated in every harsh way the Chinese could; the two of us told them our intentions in trespassing the slums; but none of them believed us. They think MacTavish and I are American and British spies trying to obtain intel from the slums. Well, at least MacTavish got a good beating out of it. I felt nothing.

"Serves you right for what you did." I hissed, trying to lean back on the cold metal bars after a good beating.

"I don't understand, mate." MacTavish replied. "What business do you have with me?"

"You and Price." I started. "You two deserved to die. I would punch you straight in the face right now if I can, but I seeing you like this is satisfying enough."

"I don't know you. What did Price and I do to you?"

I crushed my knuckles together and gave MacTavish a jab across his face.

"Not me." I pulled MacTavish up by his jacket, nailing him across the cell bars. "Gary Sanderson. Gary "Roach" Sanderson, remember how you and Price set him up?"

"What the hell, why would I set him up?" MacTavish asks. "He was like a brother to me and Price!"

"You liar!" I shouted, punching MacTavish repetitively. "Shut up, you liar! You and Price purposely pushed him to his death at the estate!"

Suddenly, the Chinese spies separated the two of us and knocked the two of us down again. About thirty minutes later, we were put in separate cells, apart from each other. The fire in my head cooled down, as I saw MacTavish sitting down on the ground, next to the cell bars.

"Listen mate," MacTavish starts. "I would never set Roach up. Never in a lifetime."

"I still don't trust you." I said. "You cooperated with Makarov and cheated him to the safehouse."

"And what do I get out of killing my own comrades?"

"You and Makarov had a deal."

"Insane. I will never side with a terrorist."

I turned around to MacTavish, then starred straight into his eyes. The eyes of hate and revenge. The man I always wanted to kill is right in front of me.

"Then tell me. Who did Makarov side with?"

"Makarov never take sides. He sheds blood for money. He's out there somewhere, and I will kill find him. And I will kill him."

I stood silent for a moment. I didn't know what to say. All of a sudden, I felt that MacTavish is not the person I had in mind. Maybe something else happened. Something I did not know.

"…Gary was my comrade. My partner when we were in the rangers." I finally said.

"Seriously?" MacTavish says, in astonishment. "So that's why you wanted to avenge him so badly."

"That's correct. When I learned that you and Price were sent to Afghanistan instead, I thought you two purposely set him up to Russia. It was way too coincidental."

"That's not true." MacTavish says, giving me his full attention. "That was Shepherd's story."

"So, mind telling me what really happened?"

MacTavish chuckled a bit. "Shepherd wanted to be a hero. He killed Roach and Ghost down at the estate, grabbed the DSM Intel and left. Branded me and Price traitors."

A sense of guilt immediately went through my chest. I was wrong all along. That is why Price and MacTavish killed Shepherd. They wanted to avenge Gary.

"I didn't know. I am so sorry." I apologize. "Damn, none of this would have happened. We wouldn't be here."

"Chill out, mate. Nobody wanted this to happen, but it happened."

"At least you avenged Gary already."

"Not quite. Shepherd was only a pawn. The real mastermind is Makarov. If it wasn't for Makarov, nothing would have happened." MacTavish explains. "No massacre would have occurred."

"Quite true. Well, it's pointless to talk about it now, we're stuck here for good."

"Not really. I have a plan, but we'll have to do it at two in the morning."

...

"At two in the morning, the guards will do a shift change. There will only be one guard out there for five minutes. I will get the two of us out of here." MacTavish explains. "Sorry, haven't even caught your name yet."

"Terry Lysander." I replied. "Call me Tank."

"Tank eh. I hope you're invincible like a tank."

"Maybe that's why I'm called the tank." I chuckled. "Captain MacTavish, pleased to be working with you."

"Call me Soap."

…

At two in the morning, I sat quietly and starred into the emptiness. The guard finally walked away for the shift change, leaving the other unattended. Soap then got up and waved to the prison guard.

"Tong zhi!" Soap calls. "Guo lai yi xia!" (Comrade! Can you come here for a bit?)

The Chinese militia guard acknowledged, and slowly proceeded to the cell holding a Chinese Type 56 assault rifle.

"Zen yang!? Ni xiang gan ma?" The Chinese guard replies, in an angry tone. (What do you want?)

"Mei shen me…hen jiu mei you chou yan. Fang bian gei wo chou yi chou ma?" (Nothing, it's just I haven't had smokes for a while. Mind sparing me one?)

The Chinese guard then laughed out loud, and then leaned his face closer to the cell bars. He suddenly stopped laughing, and replied with a sturdy voice in English. "No."

"Yes." Soap says, then pokes his hand out of the cell and mashes the soldier's head on to the cell bars. The soldier was knocked out cold, and Soap quickly grabbed the cell keys. Within seconds, the two of us were freed out of the prison.

Soap throws me the Type 56, then grabs the knife and slowly proceeded down the hallway. As the next guard headed down the hall, Soap drives the army knife deep into the chest, at the same time covering the soldier's mouth. Soap then grabs the other assault rifle, and the two of us quiet snuck down the prison hallway.

"Didn't think you would speak mandarin." I said.

"Had to learn it during my missions in Asia."

"Nice." I said, then slowly proceeded to an open area. "Any idea where we are?"

"No clue exactly, but we should still be in the slums."

Suddenly, the bells in the base sounded off. Looks like they found the empty prison cells.

I hear guards screaming behind us, and assault rifles were fired immediately following that.

"Go!" Soap shouts, running across the open area and firing along the way. Soldier after soldier fell as I provided cover fire for Soap. "Head to the far side near the convoy truck over there, I'll cover you!"

"Alright!" I shouted, dashing to the far side. I took cover behind the convoy, while Soap draws their fire out in the open. "Soap get down!"

I grabbed the gatling gun that was mounted on to the convoy and fired at the Chinese soldiers. Explosion after explosion occurred, with Soap running away from the fireworks.

"Drop the rifle and take this." Soap says, handing me the Type 80 machine pistol. What a weird pistol to be holding…it looks like some kind of antique weapon "We're getting out of here."

The two of us hopped on to respective motor bikes and dashed out of the depot. I held on to the type 80 and fired as we encountered any enemies on the way.

"Don't bother taking them out Tank! Focus on escaping!" Soap yells, with a voice that I can barely hear. "Get across the ledge! It's our only chance!"

In a moment of impulse, the two of us dashed over the ravine in the middle of the path. The soldiers stopped pursuing us, with MacTavish safely proceeding across the ravine. However, my bike did not make it. I was falling before I can reach the other side.

"Tank!" Soap yells out, and quickly grabbed my hand to pull me up. I groaned out loud since it was the arm that was shot earlier a few days ago. "Tank, don't let go!"

After ten minutes or so, the two of us laid nervously on the ground, gasping for air. I don't know how much time had past after that, but I felt a breeze of air flowing above us all of a sudden. The next thing I saw was Rock and Panther holding Soap, with Sonar holding me up. They finally found us. As I laid silently on a stretcher, Soap was brought to another chopper. I have to explain, or else they will put Soap into captive again.

"Sonar…you have to tell Sergeant Foley…" I started.

"Rest up, Tank. We're getting you home" Sonar says. "Everything else can wait."

Or not.