In Nikolai's bunker, TF141, with the help of Laswell, had been finding out intel on Makarov when Shepherd called Laswell. "Secure transmission from the Pentagon ID." Laswell began to say, placing her laptop down on the table."I don't have clearance, I will go." Nikolai began to say while standing up from his seat, but Price gently urged him to stay.

"Kate, let's talk." Shepherd started, his face projecting on the small board beside the table with the laptop. Price showed himself to Shepherd, "I've been looking for you." He said in a partly calm but partly annoyed tone. "John, it's a family affair, even better." Shepherd only remarked, but Price was quick to respond. "What do you want?" Shepherd shifted his head to the side in slight annoyance from Price. "Vladimir Makarov, same as you."

Laswell and Price looked at each other before Laswell spoke up before him. "Go on, General." She was notably calmer than the boys. "I got a lead on Makarov's bankroll." Shepherd explained but was quickly cut off by Soap speaking up, leaning his arms on the table. "We're not looking for money." Price gestured with a hand for Soap to be quiet as if he were a parent. "Soap, you find the money you find the man."

"Where are you gettin' intel? Without an army, you got nothing." Gaz said, shifting his fingers while his hands gripped against his vest.

"Wrong again, boys." Graves the "dead man, " spoke from the shadows. "Un-fucking-believable." Soap muttered out with an annoyed tone. "Soap! You miss me! Well, technically, you did, didn't ya?" Graves remarked, his iconic wide smile plastered on his face.

"Laswell, if you're tracking this, let's call an airstrike." Ghost paced himself toward Laswell. "Ghost, that is not nice." Graves spoke up, sounding like he was scolding a child.

"What are you up to?" Soap took the laptop, almost keeping his face too close to the camera. "I'm up to doing my fucking job, kid you should try it sometime." Graves scoffed out annoyed.