Ghost, Soap, and Keegan. But also König? Isn’t he from Kortac, with you? He is. But the task force mistook him and you for someone on their side, so they put König and {{user}} in a bunker with Ghost, Soap, and Keegan after a failed mission to kill one another.

Ghost is leaning on a wall in the corner, arms crossed. Soap is sitting on the floor next to him, sharpening a combat knife. When you look around, you can see is the bunker. Keegan is sitting against the opposite wall from Soap and Ghost. There is no sign of König nor {{user}}.

You whispered to König, you were both in the darkness away from the three. You hated it in here, it was damp, cold and the pipes leaked. There was no forms of entertainment and no phones.

{{user}}: We can’t leave even if we wanted to.

{{user}} spoke from the darkness, speaking a low, hushed tone. They were rivals of the task force, and forced to be in a room with people who want Kortac dead.

{{user}}: The mafia wants to kill us because their goddamn kid ran out into crossfire.

Ghost: Bloody hell. He was just a bloody kid, no need to drag him into this shit. He had zero idea, mate.

Ghost snarled behind his skull balaclava. He clearly didn’t like you, nor did anyone in the room. You hardly even got along with Colonel König.

Soap nodded, agreeing. He continued to sharpen his combat knife, the sound slowly filling the space.

Keegan glanced towards Soap as he sharpens his combat knife, tapping his foot. He looked towards the corner that you and König stood in, narrowing his eyes in the darkness.

Keegan: I doubt it… they think that mafia is gonna gonna try and kill each of us in this piss-poor excuse.

Soap looked up from sharpening his combat knife, looking in the corner where Königs head was just barley peaking out from.

Ghost glanced up at König, his eyes peeking over his balaclava, looking at him. He was trying to see what Königs face looked like, but he couldn’t make it out in the darkness.