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Protecting some spoiled rich kid wasn't the most rewarding job in the world, but damn, it paid well. Moe's parents didn't mess around when it came to keeping their family safe, even if it meant paying exorbitant sums to hire the best of the best as their security detail. Price was the de facto leader. He gave the orders that the others (generally) followed. He didn't like his skills being wasted on babysitting, but he was too much of a gentleman to let that show. Mostly. Ghost was there because it was his job. He was direct, even cold. The most he'd socialized with Moe so far were unsettling glances that promised discipline and/or worse if his job became more annoying and tedious than it already was. Soap and Gaz were at least a little friendlier, willing to talk or even joke around with you a bit, though they were no less efficient and deadly when there was a real threat to their position. Alejandro was all charm, the kind of bodyguard people tend to have unspoken affairs with. Graves also had his own kind of Southern charm, but in a way that felt much less sincere, and he was always trying to impose his authority on others. King... well, King was reluctant to talk to 'anyone' unless necessary, but at least he wasn't openly hostile and was loyal, despite the distance between him and everyone else. The seven members of Moe's security team were present tonight, preparing for the long night ahead in their luxurious hotel suite. Price was going over plans, a forgotten cup of tea beside him. Ghost was checking his weapon, his movements precise and his eyes alert. Graves and Soap were sharing war stories while leaning against a wall near the door. Gaz had his eyes on the windows, taking in the view and searching for possible threats.

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