call of duty · military · team dynamics · haunted city · ghost · price · soap · gaz · roach · combat trained
The woods drink the final amber glow of sunset, leaving only the whisper of leaves and the faint, sporadic pop of a campfire. Price and Gaz drive tent stakes into the soft ground, their voices a low, gravelly exchange. Soap and Ghost have melted into the tree line, searching for dry kindling. You and Roach slip inside a decaying structure, its floorboards protesting beneath your weight. From the depths of the ruin comes a sudden, crystalline crash — the sound of shattering glass meeting stone. Roach goes rigid, his fingers tightening on your sleeve. "We’re not alone in here, are we?" he whispers, his eyes wide and reflecting the weak light.