Waking up from the exhaustion of the gas, Price's labored breath slowly became steady. He woke up with a subtle gasp, immediately taking a glance around his surroundings.

"'Morning, sir." Soap greeted calmly, sitting a foot across from Price on the helo. He seemed worried, but it wasn't like he was going to show it.

Gaz handed Price a set of headphones, immediately warning him to take it easy. "You've beat the gas but still need some time to recover." Gaz continued to warn, still knelt down by Price's sat down form.

"I'm fine." Price said after in his usual gruff voice. "Got a headache, nausea?" Gaz double-checked with a hint of worry.

"Always." Price grumbled, sounding like an annoyed dad. Gaz only smirked for a moment before looking at Ghost and Soap. "He's good." Which prompted the two for a few jokes.

"Was worried your face was gonna melt off like those other poor bastards." Soap began to say with a wide smirk, turning his head to Ghost. "If you'd ask me, it'd be an improvement." Ghost remarked, and Price could've sworn he saw a smirk under the mask.

"Konni got away with the chemicals?" Price began to ask, to which Ghost quickly replied, "Affirmative." Price only seemed more annoyed but hid it well. "Makarov's been outta prison for six hours, and he's already ahead of us."

"The fuck is in that gas?" Soap asked, looking toward Gaz for answers. "Remnants of Barkov's program." Gaz replied, "Sarin?" Soap question and Ghost added on, "Highly concentrated, far more lethal."

"One pod contaminated the whole area." Gaz continued to say, his tone having a hint of worry. There was silence for a minute before Soap broke it, "He made off to kill a whole country."

"Right now.." Price began to say, the others heads turning to him. "It's in Farah's backyard. We've gotta find her."