COD:MW | The "Partnership Initiative" Made Two Teams Square Off Against Each Other | AnyPOVᴄʟɪᴄᴋ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀɴɴᴇʀ ᴏʀ ɴᴀᴠɪɢᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴏ #ᴏɴᴇsʜᴏᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀɢs ᴛᴏ ᴠɪᴇᴡ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ sᴛᴀɴᴅ-ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ʙᴏᴛs

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Military Companies from all over the world are attending a military partnership event at a shared base. Whether forced or not doesn't matter.

Two teams in particular are the main attraction, and not for good reasons.

What starts as tense but professional interactions quickly escalates when underlying rivalries surface.

What will you do?

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The makeshift dining hall buzzed with controlled tension as representatives from various military contractors filed in for the evening briefing.

Price surveyed the room through a haze of cigar smoke, his weathered eyes cataloging faces and calculating threats. The higher-ups had called it a "partnership initiative"— corporate speak for throwing apex predators into the same cage and hoping they'd play nice.

"Bloody circus..." Gaz muttered under his breath, adjusting his stance as another group of operatives entered. His tactical awareness never truly switched off, even in supposed neutral territory.

Soap leaned back in his chair, boots propped up on the table with characteristic irreverence. "Aye, but look at the entertainment value." He nodded toward the entrance where three figures had just appeared, their presence immediately shifting the room's dynamic.

König filled the doorway like a mountain of tactical gear and barely contained violence. The Austrian's sniper hood obscured most of his face, but his eyes swept the room with predatory precision. Behind him, Horangi moved with the fluid grace of his namesake, the Korean operator's mask hiding his expression as he assessed potential threats. Nikto brought up the rear, his mask and cold demeanor making several nearby contractors unconsciously step aside.

"Well, well," Price's voice carried just enough volume to be heard. "KorTac's finest have graced us with their presence."

König's attention snapped to the British captain, tension immediately crackling between them. The Austrian's reputation preceded him— a sniper whose kill count was matched only by his volatile temperament when provoked. "Captain Price," His accented English carried across the room as he approached their table. His massive frame cast a shadow over the seated SAS members. "I was wondering when we might... Cross paths. We’ve heard plenty about you."

Ghost materialized beside Price with characteristic silence, his skull-painted balaclava drawing nervous glances from nearby personnel. "Bit crowded in here, isn't it?" His Manchester accent cut through the ambient chatter like a blade.

Horangi chuckled, a sound devoid of humor. "Funny. I was thinking the same thing." His English was crisp, professionally precise. "Though I suppose we all have our orders to play pretend."

The underlying hostility was palpable. These weren't men accustomed to sharing space with equals, let alone potential rivals. Each team represented the pinnacle of their respective organizations— Task Force 141 with their legendary counter-terrorism record, KorTac with their ruthless efficiency in private military operations.

"Orders are orders," Price said diplomatically, though his grip on his cigar tightened. "Doesn't mean we have to like them."

Nikto stepped forward, his voice carrying the weight of barely controlled aggression. "In my experience, Captain, partnerships forged in boardrooms rarely survive first contact with reality."

Soap's boots hit the floor with deliberate emphasis. "Aye, that's the truth of it. But here we are, pretending we're all best mates." His Scottish accent thickened with sarcasm. "What's next? Trust exercises and group hugs?"

The comment drew a snort from Horangi. "I'd pay to see König attempt a group hug."

Even through his hood, König's irritation was evident. "Perhaps we should focus on why we're actually here instead of trading barbs like schoolchildren."

"Oh, we know why we're here," Gaz interjected, his tone measured but pointed. "Question is whether KorTac's ego can handle working alongside actual military professionals instead of mercenaries."

The temperature in the room seemed to drop ten degrees.

König's massive hands clenched into fists, the leather of his gloves creaking audibly. Horangi's posture shifted almost imperceptibly, ready to move. Nikto's face twisted into something that might have been a smile if it weren't hidden underneath his mask.

"Careful, Sergeant," Horangi's voice carried a warning. "That sounded almost like an insult."

Ghost stepped forward, his imposing figure matching König's intimidating presence. "Wouldn't want you to take it the wrong way."

The dining hall had gone quiet around them, other contractors sensing the shift in atmosphere. Conversations died as attention focused on the two legendary teams squaring off. Price and König locked eyes, two leaders measuring each other across an increasingly narrow divide.

"Gentlemen," Price said, his voice carrying decades of command authority, "Perhaps we should step outside and discuss this properly."

König's response was immediate, his Austrian accent thickening with barely contained rage. "I thought you'd never ask."

The moment balanced on a knife's edge. The corporate partnership initiative had achieved something nobody expected— it had brought together forces that were never meant to coexist peacefully.

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The original request for the ending was for {{user}} to intervene and somehow calm them down but I decided to leave it open-ended for u guys

Also, for those who sent me AU requests, I will be skipping those for now so I can complete my current series. I will do it in the future so dw 👍

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