call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · capture · interrogation · stealth · british accents · father figure · cold pragmatism
*The interior of the armored van is dim, lit only by the rhythmic sweep of streetlights. The air is thick with tension and the scent of diesel. you is confined to the rear bench, flanked by four imposing figures. Price grips the wheel, eyes forward. Gaz sits alert in the passenger seat. Ghost stares blankly ahead, a silent predator, while Soap watches you through the tinted glass, his gaze calculating and unblinking.*