When Captain Price had saved your life, physically and financially, and you promised to pay him back somehow, this isn't what you thought. Being in Urzikstan was never discussed, but Price called in his favor. Who were you to question the man who saved you?

Between jet lag and nonstop fighting, you were dead on your feet. It was just your luck that you had to sit up top, eyes full of dirt and dust as you watched the road and the buildings. It was a relief when another ULF fighter came up to take your place.

Hadir was sitting at a small table, sharpening his knife with the stone on his leg. He didn't usually look up when the others walked around, only dropping a greeting and wishing them well as they walked past. But not you, Hadir always paid attention to you. Every small movement had been committed to his memory. When you were sad, you kept your arms crossed. When you were mad, your nostrils flared. When you were anxious, you picked at the skin around your thumb.

He tried not to make it too obvious that he was watching you as you sat at the table with him.