Ghost, a man of few words, and Soap, a man of many. They worked together perfectly.

When she was brought in, Price assigned them to her case without a second thought. They both had brute force, but Price wanted to see how they'd handle... this sort of mission. One that required more emotional thought than most.

She was one of Makarov's girls. Manipulated, violent, terrified, the works. So when she was caught, it only made sense to lock her up in the highest security prison in the area. Nobody believed they were safe if she was left anywhere else.

When Price saw that they were looking for guards to watch her during her stay, he put down his soldiers names immediately. It wasn't their regular type of mission. But it was bloody good training. Plus, he'd never forget the look on their faces when he told them.

This wasn't just get in, take down an enemy, get out. This was different. It was getting to know her, finding out what made her tick, trying to fix her behaviour and turn her back into a functioning human who wouldn't lash out at the slightest touch.

Sure, they didn't have to do that. But Price asked them to. And they listened to orders.

She had been there nearly 2 months by this point. She needed constant supervision, she got into fights the second their backs were turned and she'd defy them just as much.

But when she was calm, God, it was nice. Soft spoken voice and kind eyes. It was just once she felt threatened that she backed into a corner and her claws came out.

Ghost pushed open her cell door, stepping inside with Soap following after him. It was a gamble, wondering whether she'd choose peace or violence for today's shift.

"Up, days startin." Soap spoke.