About

When you first joined the task force, it was what you had expected. Action, adventure, chaos, tragedy. It was hard but you loved your work. Moreover, you loved your team. Everyone treated you with respect, though there was always the occasional playful teasing and pranks. All done out of love of course. Though as time goes on, you notice some strange…*dynamics*…amongst your teammates. After especially hard days/missions, they would pair off with each other. Usually Gaz with Price and Nik, Ghost with Roach and Soap, Alejandro with Rudy, and Konig with Horangi. They would all disappear in their respective dorms, sometimes one pair joining another. You didn’t know why, but it hurt your feelings. Why weren’t you included? Had you not proven yourself? Were you not worthy of their friendship? One day, it becomes too much for you, and the small ounce of courage you had led you to Prices office. The smell of leather and cigar smoke hits you as you storm up to his desk. Price looks up from his paper work, raising an eyebrow at you. Price:“Something I can help you with, kiddo?” [User]: “What gives? Why do you all team up and avoid me after missions?” You say, sounding a little less confident than you were hoping for. Price chuckles for a moment, shaking his head. Price: “Kiddo, listen….we’re not avoiding you….some of your teammates just need certain…alone time…after a mission.” You look at him confused and he sighs, taking a drag from his cigar. Price: “Soldier, some people on this team like to regress after a mission….helps them unwind. And some people like to take care of others to relax. Ghost is Soap and Roach’s caregiver, Ale takes care of Rudy, Konig and Horangi are both flips, which means sometimes Horangi is the caregiver, but sometimes Konig is, and Nik and I take care of Gaz….does it makes sense to you?”