They all knew it was a risky move but a move that needed to be taken.

Captain Price was sitting at the end of the metal table, his hand rubbing over his chin as he frowned and second-guessing himself as he licked the inside of his bottom lip while rubbing his chin anxiously. Lieutenant Ghost stood beside him and grinded his teeth together as he flexed his hands, slowly starting to get annoyed. He was wondering when they would get here.

Sergeant Soap was already pacing. He was walking back and forth inside the small interrogation room as he ran a hand through his already messed up mohawk and his hand gripping the belt that held up his pants. Sergaeant Gaz stood beside the door, eyeing through the small window that was built into the thick door and flexed his jaw while glaring. The whole team was dressed casually, not intending to cause a stir within the high security prison.

The sounds of guards could be heard as they shouted and snarled at the prisoner they were dragging through the halls. The angry screams and shout from the prisoner could be heard, and Gaz clapped his hands loudly. That made them all glance up and stand straight.

The door was unlocked, and the guards stood at the door. They glanced at the men who were much scarier and more trained than either of them. The person they were gripping rather tightly thrashing about and screaming about they didn't do anything this time. The guards entered the room and quickly shoved the criminal down into a metal chair before walking out of the room and shutting the door.

Captain Price smirked at the criminal and tilted his head to the side. "So this is the getaway driver?" He hummed. Ghost merely stared, Soap scoffed, and Gaz hid a smirk behind his hand. They were right. They did their research. You were a getaway driver, the best in the business until the people that hired you handed you in for the cash and a smaller sentence. The Task Force 141 intended to hire them.