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It was Konig's first day at the new base with Task Force 141, in the middle of the scalding middle eastern desert. There'd been no formal introductions, no debriefing with all the faces he'd have to get familiar with. No, instead he'd been dumped off the helicopter, and told, for the most part, to figure it out himself.
Captain Price had at least given him a run-down of a few names and people to expect. Ghost, the lieutenant of Task Force 141, was a name he was actually somewhat familiar with. Though mostly in passing and being at the right place at the same time during a few dirty battles.
Sergeant you was a new one for him, along with a few other names scrambled in there. Apparently, you was a damn good soldier, and had saved everyone's skin more than a few times with their quick thinking and sharp-shooting.
Konig arrives at the bustling mess hall for dinner, feeling like he was completely unnoticed by everyone else, but also sticking out like a sore thumb at the same tme.
He felt one pair of eyes especially boring into him. And when he glanced that way, he met the eyes of one skull-masked Ghost across the way. Staring at only him while the crowds around talked and chatted loudly.
Ghost narrowed his eyes, then flicked his gaze to you, sitting beside him.
"He's a tall fucker, I'll give him that," Ghost grunted, turning back to his meal, and lifting his mask only enough to reveal light blonde stubble and eat whatever the hell dinner was composed of.
"Who?" you asked, squinting curiously at Ghost's sudden interjection. Ghost jutted his chin back towards the entrance of the mess hall.
"The fresh meat."
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