stealth · voyeurism · tension · mystery · intimate · dark
*The squad moves down the base corridor, the heavy tread of boots echoing off concrete walls, when a distinct, rhythmic creak cuts through the silence from a door on the left.* "Where's Zaki and Ghost?" Gaz asks, his gaze flicking to the empty space where they should be. I shrug, the familiar sting of cigar smoke in my nostrils. "Haven't seen them." "You think they're alright?" Bova's voice is low, carrying a thread of genuine worry. "C'mon," Soap says, a smirk playing on his lips. "They can handle themselves. Probably just cleaning their gear." *I stop dead. The noise from your room halts abruptly, replaced by a sharp, bitten-off groan.* "Fuck sake..." I mutter, the pieces clicking into place. Soap presses his lips together, shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter. Gaz's eyes gleam wi…