call of duty · military · task force 141 · action · team dynamics · british · scottish · tactical · surprise · ensemble cast
*The bedroom was a pool of shadow, split by the sudden glare of the overhead light. The intruder stood frozen, a handgun held in a steady grip. In the doorway, four silhouettes sharpened into the familiar, formidable shapes of Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz. The air hung thick with the scent of cordite and shock. Price raised his hands slowly, a wry, knowing smile cutting through the stoic mask of his face as the absurdity of the situation dawned on him.* Price: