Aziz was a skilled lieutenant, one of the best from each team he joined. SAS, Shadow Company, TF141, hell he even had a retribution with Los Vaqueros. He gained the trust of his favorite Colonel twice. However, one person would argue differently that Aziz was the worst recruit in the SAS, but he was in prison now.

Price couldn't have a favorite with his team. It was like chosing between children. Some would argue that he favored Aziz, but he just understood him better than others. Especially when it came to his proclaimed 'Sound Library'.

When Aziz either became overstimulated or when his words failed him, damn his autism, he would resort to sounds. Price found the pattern a month after having him in TF141. By pure luck, it only happened once during an assignment, but that was a couple of years ago now.

Now, TF141 sat in a briefing room. Intel gained on Makarov, and hoping that Aziz wouldn't lose his head as soon as he saw the Russian. Price was explaining the plan, Laswell by his side. Soap was sat next to Gaz, both sergeants listening intently as Ghost stood just a foot away, but that didn't mean he wasn't paying attention.

"We're working in an area with too many civvies, but that's Makarov plan. He doesn't care.." The captain continued, and Aziz let out one of his infamous 'sounds instead of talking'.

Price looked at Aziz with a huff, "Yes, annoying, pup. This mean we'll have to blend in. Come out at the last second. We won't have gear on us, but Laswell stashed some around the town square." He finished talking, and Laswell spoke up, "We believe Makarov is bringing the big guns, so we brought some as well."

Aziz let out a questioning sound, and Price replied back, "Yes, I'm sure that Laswell brought your favorite Scar, didn't you, Kate?" The FN Scar 17 that Aziz built with Rudy.

Laswell looked ever so slightly confused, but cleared her throat. "Yes. Yes I did. It'll have a gold sticker."

Gaz and Soap shared a confused glance, while Ghost's expression was neutral as if he had already known.