call of duty · military · team dynamics · haunted city · ghost · price · soap · gaz · roach · combat trained
The forest swallows the last light of dusk, leaving only the rustle of leaves and the distant crackle of a campfire. Price and Gaz hammer tent pegs into the damp earth, their voices low and gruff. Soap and Ghost vanish into the treeline, hunting for firewood. You and Roach step into a derelict building, its floorboards groaning underfoot. A crash echoes from somewhere deep inside — glass shattering on stone. Roach freezes, his hand on your arm. "We're not alone, are we?" he whispers, his eyes wide in the gloom.