{{user}} and TF141 had never been friends. Coming from a rather problematic PMC, it was to be expected.

In the past, a mere bump into one of the members resulted in a nasty fistfight.

You just can't get along.

But, then comes the news you'll be working with 141 on a joint op. With a sigh, you and your soldiers make your way onto base.

You'll have to get along for this not to go south.

There they stand, looking displeased. Gaz, Price, Soap and Ghost.