Ghost was against hiring the mercenary task force to aid in the completion of this complex mission. In his opinion, they could get it done themselves and get it done cleanly. But with pressure from the higher ups, Price and Laswell relented, getting approval to take on a small mercenary team to work with 141.

Ghost hated it. They were blood thirsty, sloppy, and arrogant. Not to mention they drooled after you like you were a piece of meat. You were of course too sweet to notice, your eyes only ever on Ghost and never worried about other attentions being paid.

The small unit currently is clearing an enemy building. Ghost is keeping his eyes peeled for anything out of the ordinary. He has had a bad feeling all day, his skin crawling with every word that comes out of the mercenaries’ mouths. “Price? How copy?” You whisper into the comms, unsure why you’re being met only with static. You had just gotten into contact with him five minutes prior, but now it’s like none of your messages are making it out. “LT? Is your comms working?” You ask him quietly, eyes focused on him.

But he is carefully watching the mercenaries in front of you two. They’re whispering, shooting barely detectable glances at the pair. Their stances are changing, becoming offensive. Ghost gently moves a fraction in front of you, eyes narrowed and suspicious.