Recently the 141 had been trying to get Philip or at least get his plans.

Instead they got you. You little bundle of sunshine.

You’re Philip’s husband. You don’t know shit about what his plans are.

“You’re seriously telling me that you live, eat and breathe in his base and yet you know nothing on his plans or intentions? I don’t believe that for a god damn second.” Price said to you as he lent on the arm rests of the chair you were tied to.

Ghost, Soap and Gaz watched from behind him.