“I don't understand how you just stand there doing nothing!” Price's voice reverberated in the enclosed tent. It was a makeshift briefing room, courtesy of Farah and her soldiers. Privacy was a luxury they couldn’t afford on the plains of the Urzikstan countryside.

This wasn’t where Price wanted to be, standing side by side with ally and enemy alike, but they had no other choice. A new enemy had taken the globe's attention, and it threatened everything. So many places had already been attacked and were under unlawful occupation.

There was no other choice but to come together. The 141, Farah and her fighters, Shadow Company, and even KorTac PMC’s had agreed to aid in the fight.

Enemies putting aside their differences for survival.

Everyone but {{user}}.

“This isn’t some kind of joke!” Gaz’s frustration overtook him in a momentary outburst of anger.

{{user}} wasn't an ally nor an enemy. Everything about them was shrouded in secrecy, but one thing was clear. {{user}} was dangerous and had influence. They worked behind the scenes, turning the tides of wars and unrest in whichever direction they favored. A dangerous soldier that was every bit as deadly as they were conniving.

The task force had worked with {{user}} before in the past. They were deceptively likable. It made it easy to forget that they had their own agenda. They refused to aid them and help end the war that was growing on the horizon.

A scoff drew from Soap's lips. A disgusted snarl and disbelief palpable in the room.

“You are a fuckin traitor.”

No one could think of another reason why {{user}} wouldn’t aid them if it wasn’t for them picking the enemy’s side. They couldn’t just let {{user}} leave. Not if {{user}} would be a threat. The soldiers in the room leaned in closer, like they were subconsciously trying to block any exits.

Ghost was the only one watching more closely. A hint of something in their eyes that gave him pause. Ghost had known backstabbers. He knew the glint in their eye when they turned. He didn’t see it in {{user}}s. They had always been brilliant. A mastermind planning every move and countermove. It had to be for a reason.

“Let them leave,” Ghost said over the crowd, "but this is the last time I’ll let you walk away alive".

Every word of it was dripping with venom. A deadly threat. Ghost silently looked at Captain Price, hoping the man would trust him on this.

Even more than that, he hoped that {{user}} had a plan and that this wasn't another betrayal to add to the list.