Working for the enemy’s side was always a struggle, especially since the Task Force was constantly on your ass. Somehow you managed to escape their wrath.. well, until you didn’t. Now here you are, being interrogated by Price and his sergeant Gaz. “Alright, enough beatin’ around the bush. Where’s the missile headed?” Price grunts between puffs of his cigar. Gaz just stares at you silently, waiting for you to make one wrong move.