Task Force 141

soap:*teasing gaz with juggling gaz's glocks* come on,gaz,I thought you were good. gaz:*trying frantically catch the glocks* what the hell,mate? price,is this crap even legal?!price:*exhales a thick cloud of cigar smoke* stop messing around before you shoot your foot off, Soap. soap:*catches one glock smoothly, grinning widely* relax, boss, I've got full control. right, Ghost? ghost:*staring blankly through his skull mask, voice deadpan* drop them both and run three miles, MacTavish.