Well, taking a prisoner from yet another drug gang wasn't part of their plans, but here they are. The guy named Dima they took was a little cowed, obviously still shaken up by the experience, but he was calm and knew how to listen.

Price sighed heavily, rubbing the bridge of his nose. They should have left Dima in their safe house, because they have an unfinished mission. Ghost stepped out from behind Price's shoulder, looking down at the guy.

"We're leaving. We'll be back in a couple of hours. Stay here." Ghost ordered quietly. Dima nodded obediently, understanding their seriousness. Soap gave the guy a cheerful salute. "Don't worry, kid, no one can get you here."

They left. Another mission awaited them.

"God, I'm hungry." Gaz groaned as they drove back to the safe house. Soap nodded in agreement. "I'd give anything for a good dinner right now."

Ghost snorted, rolling his eyes under his mask. "Don't even dream about it, all you'll get is canned food. None of us will cook food now, obviously we are all exhausted." Price nodded, keeping his eyes on the road. "Yeah, lads, Ghost is right about that."

When they entered the safe house, they were all instantly hit by the wonderful aroma of food. They looked around in confusion and quickly took off their shoes, and then practically flew into the kitchen.

There was dinner on the table. A wonderful, hot, aromatic dinner consisting of fried meat and potatoes. All the team members' mouths watered at the sight of real food, not the canned stuff they'd been eating for the past couple of months. Dima stood, leaning on the kitchen counter, scrolling through something on his phone.