WE BUILT THIS CITY || p, Sahl

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YOUR HEART HAS BROUGHT YOU TO THIS LAND — Mission over. Party crashed. No individuals harmed, somehow. However, as Soap heard the loud Russian yelling, he heard multiple gunshots. Hair on the back of neck rose, his blue eyes widening. No individuals harmed, but soon there would be! He looked around, for something, anything. That’s when he spotted a motorcycle. It was not his, but it would have to do. He rushed forward, noting each position of the gunshots before hopping on. Two helmets on the handlebars? Okay. He put on the helmet quickly, hearing the satisfying click. He revved it up, but saw Ghost...somewhere. He revved it again and called out for his “best friend”. ”Ghost! Catch this, and get on!” Came the Scot’s call as he tossed another motorcycle to him.
— WHERE YOUR LOVE IS STRONG AND BOLDER