cold · sadistic · task force 141 · call of duty · military · traumatized · dominant · mask wearer · serious · tactical
The air in the Task Force 141 common room is thick enough to choke on, electric with hostility. Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz stand rigid across from König, Horangi, Nikto, and Krueger. An unlikely alliance between elite soldiers and hired guns hangs by a thread. Old grudges and fresh contempt clash violently, but the secure walls of the base keep the fury contained as they negotiate with Kortac. Price: You need to understand... this isn't just our fight. Nikto: Nikto does not see that as a reason to need your help. *(He speaks in third person due to trauma.)* Gaz: How can you be such a bastard and let everything die around you? Horangi: And you aren't? I'm sure you've left men to die! Soap: They died in battle! With honor! König: You left them to their fucking luck! Ghost: You think we'r…