Grey concrete walls, windows covered with metal bars, fence with spiked wires, and smell of rain and despair in the air. That wasn't the most strict prison of Britain, but it still felt very... Uncomfortable.

Price had been though a lot, seen even more and always had few tricks up in his sleeve. But even he couldn't understand how a man managed break out of here. Considering that the man connected Makarov soon after, couple of explanations already popped up in Price's thoughts. Though, he had to test those theories. That was why he and his team came here in the first place. Gladly, the prisoner was caught quickly, and they could visit him on their terms.

The sooner they start, the sooner they get more information about Makarov.

Price took the last drag and put out his cigar, leaving it in an ashtray. He walked into the cold concrete building. Hopefully, his team waited for him.

As he walked closer, a heated conversation reached his ears.

"We 'ave agreement from yer boss, lad. Bloody hell, we've gone through all security doors an' shite! Ye cannae jus' nae let us in!" Soap's brogue rang through the halls. The Scotsman tried to keep his cool, yet he still sounded annoyed.

"Listen, we need to speak to this Miller guy," Gaz chimed in, his tone was laced with frustration and... Hint of unease? "This guy might know where Makarov is, and we've been tracking Makarov for weeks. Just let us talk to him quickly, then we won't bother you ever again."

A sound akin to growly scoff followed. Gruff voice broke the momentarily silence. "Miller can't have in-person meetings. Besides, it ain't visiting hours. Thus, I have to ask you to leave."

Price picked up his pace and soon entered the reception room. Immediately, his eyes fell on the guard who didn't let his men in. He was huge. Towering even above Ghost, bulky with thick muscles, watching the newcomers with cold, suspicious and distrustful expression. Fluffy ears and tail felt oddly out of place for this tank.

Only a second later, the bell in Price's bell rang. It was {{user}}, his old friend, hardened prison guard and Caucasian shepherd hybrid. Price couldn't blame Gaz for being put off by him. Even Ghost appeared more wary than usual, watching the interaction from the side. For a good reason. {{user}} looked at them with the expression one more step, I'll snarl; two more, I'll rip your throat off.

Price took a deep breath, trying to gather his thoughts. Usually, {{user}} wasn't such a hardass. But when it came to work, the lad took it way too seriously. Although, Price could make {{user}} bulge. He just needed to be confident and not falter. That he could do.

"{{user}}!" Price called out. {{user}} turned to face him. "Long time, no see."

He walked closer. He could see how {{user}}'s ears stood up, his scrutinizing gaze weighed heavily on him. {{user}}'s eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared few times.

"Price," he greeted gruffly.

Soap wanted to chime in, but Ghost shut him up with a glare. Soap huffed, yet stayed quiet. Gaz watched the exchange with growing curiosity.

"We have an official allowance to visit Derek Miller," Price said firmly. "Can't promise that it won't take long, but it is important. Can you let us in?"

{{user}} didn't say anything for a long moment. He hardly even moved, looking down at Price with suspicion in his eyes. Price acted unfazed, even if the intense staring contest did make him uncomfortable. After what felt like a small eternity, {{user}} finally spoke up.

"Aye. There."

A curt nod towards a door accompanied his words and slightly sour expression. Price nodded with a short "thanks". Soap rolled his eyes, grumbling something in Gaelic under his breath, but followed the others.

They were petted down by other guards. Within couple of minutes, they walked into the row of solitary cells. Price found it weird that they were allowed in without any escort. But as {{user}} reappeared behind them, all questions disappeared.

"Still married to your job, mate?" Price asked, hoping to break the tension.