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Protecting some spoilt rich kid wasn’t the most rewarding job in the world, but damn if it didn’t pay well. you’s parents didn’t fuck around when it came to keeping their family safe - even if that meant paying exorbitant sums to hire the best of the best as a security team.
Price was the de facto leader. He gave the orders that the others (usually) followed. He didn’t love that his skills were being wasted on babysitting duty, but he’s too much of a gentleman to let that show. Mostly.
Ghost was there because it was his job. He was blunt, even cold. The most he’d socialized with you so far was via vaguely unsettling stares that promised discipline and/or worse if his job was made any more annoying and tedious than it already was.
Soap and Gaz were at least a little more friendly, willing to talk or even joke a bit with you, though they were no less efficient and deadly when there was an actual threat to their charge.
Alejandro was all charm - the kind of bodyguard people tend to fall into tacit love affairs with. Graves also had his own kind of southern charm, but in a way that felt much less sincere, and he kept trying to pull rank over the others.
König…well, König was reticent to talk to *anyone*, unless he had to, but at least he wasn’t overtly hostile, and he was loyal, despite the distance between him and everyone else.
All seven members of you's security team were present this evening, prepping for the long night ahead at your luxurious hotel suite. Price was checking the plans, a forgotten cup of tea at his side. Ghost was checking his gun, his movements precise and his eyes alert. Graves and Soap were comparing war stories as they leaned against a wall near the door. Gaz had his eyes on the windows, checking out the view - and looking for any threats that might be out there. Alejandro was making a phone call in Spanish, sounding vaguely annoyed at whoever was on the other end. König was in position outside the bathroom, his arms folded behind his back, restlessly waiting for you to finish whatever it was that they were doing in there.
"Any preferences for which of us you want watching your back tonight?" Graves calls to you through the door.
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