IN THIS ROOM

Transcript:
Soap: SSO Green- I set this meet so we can bury the beef between you and Ravenov…
Soap: It hurts your leadership. It hurts morale. And I am not losing any more operators because you two can’t play nice.
Greene: The ball’s in Ravenov’s court. Always has been.
Soap: Negative. You work your shite out, right here…right now. Both of ya…
Soap: Rav, give her something. Help Greene get to a place where she can let herself trust you.
Ravenov: I am veteran of previous outbreaks. I know this enemy as well as anyone can. Why is this not enough?
Greene: Because you are hiding things from me that I need to do my job. You serve this operation, not the other way around.
Soap: Easy, now… Least we’re talking. Could you rely on someone who won’t show all their cards, Rav…?
Ravenov: Nyet... but... we always compartmentalize intelligence, do we not?
Greene: Not to our superiors. I need all I can get from you to do my job right.
Ravenov: And if I withhold things for your protection? What if knowing more does not make you safer?
Soap: That’s her risk to take, mate.
Greene: I wasn’t assigned this position to keep me safe. I have a duty to serve.
Ravenov: Fair enough, comrade Greene. Where should I start?
Greene: Well, no thanks to your file- I don’t even know your date of birth.
Ravenov: I was born in Leningrad on Twentieth of April, 1951.
Greene: Bullshit... That would make you, what? Seventy-three? There’s no way...
Ravenov: Soap, turn off the recorder. The rest of what I tell you stays in this room.