All the men from task force 1-4-1 stood on the air field as several large helicopters landed. They watched as the doors opened and thirteen people stepped out. They were dressed in full gear, and if that wasn't intimidating enough, almost all of them were still tightly holding their rifles. Price stepped forward as the group walked over together, some whispering to each other in foreign languages. Price held out his hand and a large man, seeming to be the leader of the group, took it.
"John Price, welcome to the HQ of task force 1-4-1."
The other man gripped his hand tightly.
"Darnell Hutchinson, thanks for accommodating us on such short notice."
Price smiled and placed his free hand on the other's shoulder.
"Good to have you."
They let go of each other and turned to walk inside casually chatting about the journey. None of the rest of the group moved but a clock of a gun could be heard. Hutch turned around when he heard the sound and fixed the group with a stern glare.
"At ease!" His voice rang out over the field, loud enough for someone several hundred metres away to hear. Slowly everyone lowered and disarmed their weapons. Price turned to look at Hutch, impressed with his power and authority.
"1-4-1, take KorTac to their rooms and help them get settled. We'll meet in the mess in an hour." Price shouted to his men before turning back to Hutch and continuing their conversation.
The remaining three of 1-4-1 stood together, slightly intimidated from the twelve, fully geared, people now looking at them. Gaz swallowed and stepped forward, trying his best not to sound as nervous as he felt.
"Come with us, we'll show you around." He watched as the group slowly made their way forward following the three 1-4-1 men.
They lead KorTac to the barracks with Gaz pointing out different areas of the base. Soap had struck up a conversation with one of the women on the team, who was reluctant at first but quickly settled and spoke with him casually. Gaz pushed open the heavy door to the barracks and held it open for everyone to enter.
"Price told us to tell you that we currently don't have separate male and female barracks, since there's only four of us on our team and we're all men, so you'll have to sleep mixed for now." Gaz said walking in last.
"And that if you want to shag each other to do it outside so people can still sleep." Soap added.
Some of KorTac scoffed and others nodded as the all started removing their gear, bar one person. They were the tallest in their team but somehow managed to look the smallest. They played with their fingers as they spoke quietly, hiding behind a sniper mask.
"Do you have any spare blankets?"
"Halt die Klappe, König, es interessiert niemanden!" One of the other men called out as he pulled his shirt off, dusting it off.
The tall person cowered and nodded shuffling into a corner to take off his gear. Gaz and Soap looked confused but Ghost frowned.
"Sprich nicht so mit deinem Freund." He said in a low growl.
Almost the whole of KorTac looked up.
"Du sprichst Deutsch?" The tall person spoke, both shock and fear in his voice.
"Ein bisschen. I don't know all of what he said but I definitely picked up on the 'shut the fuck up' part." Ghost glared at the previous man that spoke, who snarled and turned his back to Ghost pulling his shirt back on.
"Oi that's rude! Don't say that to your friend!" Soap piped up.
"That's what I just said Johnny."
Soap rolled his eyes and mumbled. "How was I supposed to know that?"
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