Task force 141 (y/n x Ghost+mw2-cod)

Right and Wrong

Some how almost as soon as the recruits had arrived they had left. We had fun with them and we taught them well but fun and games were over now and we had to get back on track with our missions. We had a mission last week where Soap and Gaz were injured in an explosion and König was shot in the foot. By some miracle they all survived but it was becoming more and more obvious that things were getting increasingly dangerous, rapidly.

I was walking down the corridors of the base to the meeting room where Price had called us to when a cold feeling washed over me and my entire body, something important was going to happen, I could sense it. I stepped into the room and saw that it was only Price and Gaz who were in there, sitting down at the table. Gaz had his crutches stacked on eachother leaning against the side of his chair and Price looked noticeably different. He seemed more tired and worn out, there was no joy behind his eyes anymore yet I could see him longing for it to come back. I sat down in my usual chair quietly, watching as the others slowly and quietly moved into the room, cautiously filling up each seat. Everyone seemed on edge and uneasy. The air surrounding us grew thicker with each second that passed, intoxicating our lungs.

"Team, I know things haven't been the best around here lately... but I have another mission." All of our hearts skipped a beat in fear of hearing the prominence of another mission. "It's not a full team mission, it's a six person mission to rescue a group of refugees from a labour camp in the west of Mexico. I don't want to send anyone who isn't able for this mission out but sacrifices must be made and we must be prepared for any calls of other missions since this particular mission is going to last two weeks." Everyone seemed to get nervous as we all said quite prayers to ourselves that we wouldn't be chosen. "Alejandro, Rudy, ye were obvious choices given that ye'll be able to communicate in that area. König, we'll need you to keep a lookout for the others and your a good sniper so you'll be going as well. And finally Soap, all of us know you have a good heart and will do a good job safely rescuing the people, also compared to Gaz's state your doing very well." I could see a glimmer of defeat in all whos names were called out, and fear in those who's names weren't yet knowing that one more of us had to be chosen yet. "Simon..." Prices voice said lowly. My heart stopped completely, my eyes darting between Simon's and Price's eyes, silently pleading for him not to do this to me, For him not to take away the one thing left in this cruel world that brought me joy in this world. But there was nothing I could do, the call had been made.

"Do you mind translating from bullshit to English?" Gaz's voice spoke harshly, harsher than I had ever heard it before, he was really angry. All our heads shot up towards him in disbelief, amazement in our eyes that he would speak back so harshly to Price especially given the fact that him and Price were so close. "What..?" Price's voice whispered back, seemingly just as astounded as the rest of us. Gaz shakily stood up, flinging one of the crutches beneath his arm to keep himself up. "Why? why? Why are you doing this?!?" Gaz yelled, fire in his tone as his pupils flooded with rage. "Your trying to get us fucking killed! Every! single! fucking! week! You send us out to these shitty places to do this evil work, expecting us to come back unscaved!?" No one could say anything, we just watched in awe that he was being so brutally honest. "Your well over the line that divides right and wrong John." Gaz spoke angrily between grithed teeth. "There's a fine line between right and wrong, Gaz." Price said calmly, but his tone was giving way to the anger and sadness built up within him. "Well where do we draw the bloody line then??" Gaz asked back, obviously unhappy with Price's response. "We draw the line wherever we need to..." Price said slightly softer. "So it doesn't matter anymore whether we're doing what's good or bad anymore?!?" Gaz screamed at Price, poison and fury dripping from his tone. "To do what's good, we have to do some bad."

Gaz fell silent, tears of rage sweltering in his eyes as he began to shake his head slowly. "Price... we are hurting these people, look at us. We are broken..." Gaz said as he held out his hand, indicating it to all of us as we looked up at him like he was our saviour. I could feel my own eyes beginning to water. "No. I do not choose this. The higher ups do, if I had it my way ye wouldn't be in any of this mess. And also it's not us who are doing this to eachother, it's these weapons, these rockets, these guns- guns-" Price paused and stared furiously into Gaz's eyes. "Guns hurt people." Price said sternly. Gaz shook his head, taking in a deep breath before saying another word. I watched as his chest rose and fell deeply, his eyes glaring into Price's soul. "No, your wrong." Gaz said simply, shaking his head with a very small smile but it quickly faded as his head locked to be head on with Price's. Gaz spoke again, this time strongly and certainly.

"People hurt people."