this mission had been a complete fuckup, and you were currently surrounded by 8 men, all dressed in black and armed with weapons.

Price's eyes were narrowed. You and him were both calm, knowing you'd all dealt with more than this.

"Give us your guns. Now." Their leader demanded.

You all handed your guns over. Soap looked calm, ghost was unbothered, and Gaz looked a little on edge than others.