It was a strange, familiar, but sudden feeling. It had happened with Hadir. Farah and Alex knew it all too well. It was different seeing his own soldier standing by Makarov's side with a nearly broken expression.

As Makarov stood there with a taunting and amused smile, Price could only listen to that smug grin of his. {{user}} was motionless by Makarov's side, barely even blinking to keep an eye on the three hostiles in front of them. Makarov slowly began to laugh at the fact that Farah had to hold Price back from beating his face in.

Makarov seemed to have a different plan in mind, however, pressing down a switch on the floor. He aimlessly threw three gas masks for Price, Farah, and Alex before making his leave, just before the all too familiar gas began to fill the room.

It was another few hours before Ghost, Soap, and Gaz found the three in the warehouse, Gaz dreading the scene for the second time. He immediately called Laswell for medics as the three began to wake back up.