Prisoner 627 (Formerly known as Capt. John Price of Task Force 141)

The Monastery, Petropavlosk

He was in that God-forsaken gulag for so long that he knew each person and their near histories. He did not need to talk to them personally to know, because, after all, all they did was talk amongst each other. One just needed to listen to what they said… Also, he knew that the woman sitting right across him on the table in the crude dining hall was the newcomer because there were hardly any of the female species there. Those that came before her had all died due to the harsh conditions there, and he would give her about a week or two before she caved in and lost it.

"What did you do to get in here?" he asked her in halted Russian, expecting to receive an answer along the lines that she had two-timed Vladimir Makarov. She looked up at him, somehow… amazed at hearing his voice.

"You don't know who am I, don't you?" she asked him in plain English, choosing to ignore his question. He was alright with that, but how the hell was it possible that she knew him, and he did not know who she was? It was the question which returned the shock that was previously on her face back to him. "Captain Price, it's me… Anya from the 141, remember?"

Anya? Had he ever met a Russian girl in the 141 before? No, it was impossible that she was Russian at all, even a Loyalist, which meant that "Anya" had to be a call-sign. She said that she was from the 141, and if she recognized him, it must have meant that she was in the 141 before he ended up there; there had been only one girl at the time then, and it was young Maria Allen, the FNG at the time.

"Allen, is that you?" he asked her, and she gave him a solemn nod. "Good God, sweetheart, how did you end up here?"

She sighed, and looked towards the walls of the facility. "I was assigned to spy on Makarov, but… I was betrayed…"

"Betrayed, by whom?" he asked her. There was no chance that any single man in the 141 would betray her to the enemy, not one… Each of them had been wounded too deeply by their battles with the Ultranationalists to even side with one of them. "How can I be sure that I can trust you anyways?"

He was right to question her, of course. She had never been in the field with him, nor had she shared many times with him prior to his capture. It was the only logical thing to do. She also knew that for Price to trust her, she had to be honest with him. "I was sent to Moscow as a honeypot by General Shepherd since last year, and I have done everything I could to bring information back, literally everything. A few weeks before our last operation, I discovered that Makarov had…" It had been too difficult for her to even admit it to herself that Shepherd had betrayed her, and to tell it to Price… was absolutely crucial. Thus, she straightened up her features and continued, "He had my files, sent to him from Shepherd… I know I can't prove it but, it is the truth."

"Damn right you can't," Price said, the furrow of his brow gotten even deeper. Even if he trusted whatever she said, he knew that there was still a chance that she would be a double-agent somehow… He didn't even remember if she was the true Maria Allen. For all he knew, she could be an imposter… "But, I'm sure that you can find something somewhere. You must be here for a reason…"

She chuckled and added. "Do you know that Makarov has a nuclear warhead in a submarine dock near here?"

Well that piqued his interest at the least. "That won't work, sweetheart," he added, although his expression betrayed his words. "But… you can tell me about that nuclear warhead."

Capt. John "Soap" MacTavish

Task Force 141

Task Force 141 Submarine Base

With Alejandro Rojas down and out, MacTavish was actually pleased that Rojas let out that Makarov hated two people in this world enough to put them in a Russian gulag. He had hoped that the Intel was true, so that he could use them to lure Makarov out.

"Makarov has no notion of mercy," Anya once told them in a past report. "He disposes those who have no use for him, while those who betray him are sent to a fate worse than Hell, although I still don't know what that means."

His other concern was of course, the location of Maria Allen. The Russian authorities have put it up in the media that she had been killed by the FSB at the airport attack, but they had Intel that she was actually alive, that Makarov staged her death. If that was true, he knew that they had to get her out of Russia before Makarov's Ultranationalists – who had called themselves the Inner Circle had the chance to kill her.

"Three weeks without a single word from her and she goes off to massacre an entire airport," Shepherd said, going through the Intel over and over again when MacTavish went into the mess in the sub only to find him alone there. "Imagine the amount of lives that can be saved if she had told us."

MacTavish sighed. In her latest information package, she had notified them that she was encountering a period of stagnation where she could no longer break into Makarov's mind to see what he was planning. However, no one could deny that every single piece of information that she had passed back to them was accurate… The only thing was that with every small triumph they had against Makarov thanks to Anya, their opponent would have something bigger waiting for them. A surprise that no one wanted, which included the fact that the airbase in the Tian Shan Mountains she had told them about was actually the site where they had retrieved the ACS module from the downed satellite from, and that the Russians had already managed to decipher it right before he and Roach managed to take it back.

"The worse thing is," Shepherd continued, "we don't even know if she's dead or alive. Intel can be wrong, but so can the media… Her mission is now a thing of the past. She needs to come home so that we can know what Makarov's planning further."

MacTavish agreed, and understood what Shepherd was implying. He, like everyone else, hoped that Anya was either Prisoner 627 or 628 because of the nature of her relationship with Makarov. Rojas even added that "the girl… was his… favorite…" One of them had to be Anya, they just had to. "I'll call the boys in," he told Shepherd, and left the mess.

There was work to do, and they needed to do it fast.

Prisoner 628 (Formerly Cpl. Maria "Anya" Allen of Task Force 141)

The Monastery, Petropavlosk.

"As a matter of fact, I know that the commanding officer of this outpost has the information," Anya told Price while they were still outside in the courtyard. Time was ticking, for they were about to re-enter their cells in about fifteen minutes. She had caught sight of Alexi not long after Makarov had left, although she did not care why he was there. In fact, he had enough sense in his mind to remind one of his subordinates to keep constant watch on the eastern watch-tower - It was where schematics of the submarine were kept.

Once again Price went over her claims in his head. She would only get herself killed if she had the guts to steal the information from the facility they were in anyways. "Alright, I'll take your words as a bet," he told her. "If you can get that Intel to me and not get killed, I'll trust you about this."

Anya only chuckled at his words. "You don't think I can do it, don't you –"

She was cut off by a sudden alarm. Every single guard in the compound started to close in around them and their fellow prisoners, yelling and cursing in Russian for them to enter the cells again. "It seems like our plans need to be altered," she sighed, listening to whatever the guards were shouting towards them.

"An attack?" Price asked as well after listening to the guards. There could be only one country that would attack Russia, and that would be America. But why that exact place, they did not know, or when, for the matter.

"The American Navy is coming, it seems," Anya added, and she knew that it was time to act. Once they were all back into the cells, there was no way that she could escape and obtain the plans for the submarine. She had to act now. Once the guards rounded up all of them, who knew what they would do to them. "Price, I need you to trust me on this."

There was no more time, and Price knew that he would not be at a loss on this bet, only Anya. She would not have made such an offer if she had no confidence that she would succeed. "If you come back alive with the plans, that is," he told her, and they shook on it.

With the increasing volume of people being herded into their respective cells, Anya parted from Price and went the opposite direction, towards the eastern watchtower. It was where she saw Alexi walking up and down, thinking of ways to defend the facility as best as he could. He would be her target, and she hoped that her plan worked. First, she needed a weapon, because it would be suicide to take down a whole tower unarmed.

It should not be difficult, judging by the amount of armed guards there were. In fact, she had come to a part where the shadows were cast perfectly where she could just grab the nearest guard by the neck, take the dagger in his holster and plunge it into his heart. Too bad she was already noticed even before the guard was dead. She had already attracted gunfire and quickly ran into the nearest corridor for cover after stripping the corpse of any usable weapons.

"She's getting away!" the guards behind her shout. They had better sense than to let rounds loose in that narrow, enclosed space. Pushing her way past the prisoners cramming into their respective cells, she ascended a flight of stairs as fast as she could.

She ran up two flights of stairs, three, and when she reached an almost empty floor, she approached with caution. There were no more cells there, only rows and rows of computers. Without hesitation, she took out the nearest security camera and proceeded into the new corridor, pocketing the first flash drive she saw lying around before shooting any remaining security cameras. It would buy her enough time to hack into the computer system to locate the exact file that she needed. She did not know how much time she had, nor did she know how much time she needed, but she knew that it was her only chance to make Price believe her, and to set things right with the world.

That nuclear submarine had a payload that could stop a Russian invasion on the Russian seaboard. She knew that with Makarov's military connections, it would not be long before he would able to incense them into declaring war with the United States of America. Makarov and his forces must not have access to that submarine, even if they owned it.

"Please work," she prayed once she opened the folder containing the file. She closed her eyes upon hitting enter, and when she opened them, she realized that it was the correct one. Alas, her ears picked up the sounds of footsteps getting closer and closer towards her, with sixteen seconds left of copying to do. It was a trap, and she had fallen into it, hook line and sinker.

Fourteen…

Alexi was among the men who started to corner her. "It's a pity that Makarov put so high hopes on you, Anya," he told her as he stepped towards her. "You had to be an American spy…"

Ten…

"We all have to do what we are ordered to, Alexi," she replied, getting closer to the flash drive that was going to store the complete copies of the information she needed.

Eight…

"It doesn't matter now, you'd be dead before your friends reach here."

Six…

"I don't know what you're talking about," she replied, eyeing the screen behind her. Six more seconds… While Alexi was still unable to see what she was doing, she quickly turned off the screen so that he could not detect the exact nature of her actions.

Three…

"Don't play coy with me, woman!" Alexi exclaimed. "I know that you just sent a coded message to your friends. Why else would you be here?"

One…

Once she had the flash drive slipped into her pocket, she quickly lunged towards the closest open space and shot the man next to Alexi in the calf. She had the files with her, and it was detrimental to her that they did not know it. Little that she knew that he stationed more men on the other side of the corridor. It immediately looked to her that she had no forms of escape.

"You cannot run from me, bitch," Alexi said once his men brought her towards him. "I will kill you once and for all…"

She did not even flinch. Cornered, with nowhere else to go, she knew that she had to take drastic measures. "Kill me then," she challenged him. "When Makarov knows that you've killed me when I have yet to tell him the direst secret about the U.S. armed forces, he won't spare even your third aunt thrice removed!"

It was a large claim, but she knew that Makarov gave the same treatment to all his agents. None of them knew what he was planning as a whole, not even those closest to him, like Alexi, Viktor and Anatoly. They only exacted his orders, what he had told them to do, and nothing more. He told Alexi that she was meant to be kept alive in the facility, and not why. It could be for any reason, but she was sure that he had not specified it to Alexi, of all people. Like everyone in Makarov's service, he was not willing to risk putting any single part of Makarov's grand designs to a halt. They did not want to end up like she did.

"Wait…" he told his men, who were all ready to fire at her when he said so. "Bring her into the east wing. We will take care of her there, along with her friend, 627."

HAN: Before anyone of you approach me about why I placed Price in the 141, I cite Operation Kingfish, where the 141 and Team Metal of Delta Force had a joint operation to uncover Makarov consisiting of Price, Ghost, Soap and Sandman, the process of which was covered in the fan-video of the same name. According to the COD wiki as well, Captain Price was captured during this Operation and was placed into the Gulag. I hope that this quells all confusion about this tiny little detail. With this information in mind, this places Anya was one of the new recruits at the time, which was why Price could not recognize her at first.