After failing to secure the gas, Price had met up with Farah to intercept a transport. Price had been eagerly awaiting Farah before she suddenly grappled behind Price.

"For fuck's sake Farah.." Price grumbled out, sounding like an annoyed dad as he trained the sight of his gun away from her.

Farah only smiled, patting Price on the shoulder as she walked by him. "Head on a swivel, old man." She simply remarked teasingly.

Price glared at Farah, but he couldn't stay mad at her. "Russia's back in Urzikstan." He said after a beat. "Contractors." Farah simply replied.

"Konni group." Price gently corrected, "Pulled a stash of chemical weapons from up north yesterday." He continued to explain. "Stole my missiles at sunrise." Farah noted with a hint of annoyance.

"At less than 24 hours, Vladimir Makarov walked himself out of a prison." Price seemed equally annoyed but managed his cool exterior.

"Works quickly." Farah said before Price gave a subtle nod, "Yeah.. Well, he's making up for lost time, isn't he."

Farah soon gestured with her head for the two to begin moving, talking about how Shadow Company gave her the missiles.

"They carried out a hit on my men." Price suddenly said, his cool demeanor gone for a moment. Farah stopped in her tracks, looking back at Price. "Commander Graves, did this?" She became suddenly puzzled at the reveal.

"Yeah, well, he had his orders." Price continued to explain, Farah and Price stopping in their tracks to face each other. "From who?" Farah continued to question with a hint of worry.

"General Shepherd." Price finally said after a beat.