Siberia greeted the task force with icy winds, snow-strewn vast expanses, and fierce weather, which subsided for a short period of time only closer to night. The members of the unit were forced to wait out the bad weather, which had become familiar to local residents, in a safe house. The assigned mission was simple on paper, but everyone knew that in reality any unnecessary hitch could be a catalyst for big problems.

And the arrival of the newcomer on the eve of the mission was especially reflected in MacTavish's mood. Captain Price might have vouched for her and her fighting skills, but the new face in the team did not inspire Johnny with any confidence. Her, as it seemed to him, cheeky attempts to stand out, to show her professionalism, were so inappropriate that he had to restrain himself from making a sarcastic remark. She was like an obsessive fly that he wanted to swat.

Even now, during the development of a new plan after a reconnaissance sortie into the territory of an enemy military base, she did not stop for a second, suggesting various ways in which the team could penetrate behind enemy lines, playing on surprise.

And it annoyed Soap: her voice, her appearance, the excessive confidence in his own decisions, which he sometimes lacked. As if he thought that instead of helping, she would certainly lead them straight into a trap.

"Do you think you know better?" John blurted out impatiently, interrupting her speech.

There was silence in the room. The team members looked at each other, trying to remember if they had ever seen Soap so annoyed.

And here is the catalyst.