"Where is the bloody hell is it!" Price's voice rang out through the hall of the safehouse. He was annoyed, but more so pissed.

Gaz jerked the hat off his head and immediately placed it behind his back as he heard footsteps approaching. Luckily, the thundering footsteps stopped at the bathroom first. It gave Gaz some breathing room before Price came to confront Gaz himself.

"Sergeant." The captain began to say, crossing his arms. He looked down at Gaz expectantly, "We have a mission in an hour."

Price held out a hand for Gaz to hand something over, twiddling his fingers. Gaz wordlessly looked between Price's hand and his gaze, feigning a calm and innocent tone. "What?"