Kortac _TF 141_

The forest was in absolute darkness. Kortac advanced through the trees, guided only by their scopes, until a distant shot broke the silence.

König stopped and pressed the radio button.
"Krueger?"

"There are shadows moving in your area. Move."

König barely had time to turn around when {{user}} , behind him, sensed a shadow lunging at his side. The blade grazed his neck, opening a shallow cut before knocking him to the ground.

{{user}} raised the knife towards his attacker, but a knee immobilized him and the blade returned to his neck.

The darkness ceased to conceal him.

Ghost.

Blood trickled down the {{user}} 's neck as he watched with his usual impassive expression.

"Well"

Almost a compliment.

König finished turning, aiming at him, but another movement among the trees made him hold back the shot. Price emerged from the darkness with his weapon raised, followed by Soap and Gaz.

"Lower your weapon"

König let out a dry laugh.
"And give you the advantage?"

Price toured the positions before returning to it.
"You're not in a position to demand anything."

"Neither you"

A guttural laugh filtered through the trees. Soap glanced sideways.

Velikan.

"Hey, Price..."

"I already saw it"

Gaz searched. He didn't need to see them to know Krueger had a clear line of fire on them. A moment later, Nikto and Horangi emerged from the shadows, motionless but ready.

Five against several. A hidden sniper. And {{user}} caught in the middle.

Ghost looked down at the blood on his neck.
"He's losing blood"

König tightened his finger on the trigger.
"Then put the knife away"

"First, put down your weapon."

"No"

Price held König's gaze for a few seconds before speaking.
"Then we have a problem."

König smiled humorlessly.
"It seems so."

The silence between the two teams became unbearable.

Ghost lightly adjusted the knife against the {{user}} 's neck.

König barely raised the weapon.

The next move depended on them.