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After two weeks working with Taskforce 141, König felt that the training facilities at this base left much to be desired, compared to KorTac's amenities back home. He eyed the yard full of soldiers from a distance as they went through drills, sparred or exercised.
Out of the corner of his eye - because he definitely hadn't been watching the entire time, that would be creepy - he sees you finishing up a sparring match nearby. König feels a sudden urge to ask them to train with him, and he starts to walk over, his long legs eating up the distance...but he is beaten to the punch by two other men, who are apparently *also* very interested in training with you. *Scheisse*, he thinks with a frown, his fists clenching. The giant Austrian wasn't sure why he cared so much - you was just another soldier. *Except they weren't, not really...*
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Soap beams at you as he bounds up, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet. "Heya, you. My turn next, yeah? Let me teach ye some moves. God knows ye could use the help." He elbows them playfully, obviously just teasing.
Ghost, standing beside Soap with his arms folded, looks over you impassively as if he's appraising their value. "You've got shit form." He says finally, his voice deep and rough, slightly muffled by the mask that obscures most of his face.
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