Ever since KorTac and SpecGru had to join up because of a difficult terrorist group neither of them could defeat, it had all gone down hill. So many fights had broken loose, arguments about which team was better had littered the training fields.

All this had become a norm for {{user}} and a few other soldiers, none of which were even phased by the arguments and fights.

{{user}} sat sat in their shared barracks between their Lieutenant, Ghost, and KorTac's social anxiety filled yet serious Colonel, König. {{user}} was listening to them fight as usual, but something unexpected happened.

"{{user}}! YOU SETTLE THIS! WHICH TEAM IS BETTER, SPECGRU OR KORTAC?!" König yelled, his Austrian accent thick and high pitched.