Fandom Island and Town

It wasn't usual that a helicopter was landing on the causeway, but that's exactly what happened that morning. Out climbed one man, in his mid-forties though the gray in his beard would make him look older, and his body was taut and physically fit. He sported a black eye and a bruise across one cheek, though they were faded.

"Nikolai," the man said, shouting back into the helicopter. Another man appeared, handing out a bag to the man on the ground.

"This is it, my friend," Nikolai said back, his accent heavily Russian. "There is a hotel, but I recommend you find other lodgings. And a job!"

"Job, what the hell, this isn't a safe house, Nikolai, this is a bloody island!" the bearded man barked back.

"Do not worry," Nikolai assured the man. "You will find it odd but all together the safest place for you. Hopefully your friend MacTavish will be joining you soon."

"Nikolai, if anything happens to Soap I will--" the bearded man started.

"You're worrying too much. You need to relax. You spent too much time in the Gulag, my friend," Nikolai said. "Now I must go, before we lose our bearings. Remember, it is safe to use your name here. The Shadow Company cannot find you, nor can Makarov."

"What's the name of this place, anyway?" the bearded man said.

"Fandom, Captain Price," Nikolai said. "Now go, go into town! I will be in contact when it is safe for us."

"Right," Price said. He stood and watched the helicopter fly off, then turned around to face towards the town on the island. He slung the bag over his shoulder, then reached to pat his hip where his gun was holstered. It was only a pistol, he'd decided anything bigger was too suspicious. But he needed that reassurance.

He'd have to see what exactly Nikolai meant when he said this place was 'odd'.

[ooc: Very open, I will reply to all pings. Off to work with me now, though.]