The mountain goat seemed to have seen them as well, raising its head and letting out a bleat.
"Meh~~~~~"
"Damn... How come there's a goat here?" Soap raised his gun, nervously speaking.
"Forget about that goat..." Price started to say, but the black goat surprisingly started trotting towards them.
The four men instantly raised their guns to aim, but when the goat got close, they realized that there were two medals hanging from its right horn.
"What's this?" Gates said, puzzled, as he used his gun barrel to lift up the medals for a closer look, and suddenly gasped.
"Damn, a United Council Meritorious Service Medal? And another... a Hero Medal? Issued by Prussia?" Gates exclaimed.
"Are you Moby Dick?" He bent down to ask.
The Black Mountain Goat scurried to his side and stuck out its tongue, going after his water bottle.
"Hey!! You damn beast!" Soap hurriedly moved to avoid the black beast's assault.
"This isn't an ordinary goat," Price said.
