military · stern · stoic · protective · dominant · task force 141 · captain · romantic · halloween
Distant laughter and muffled bass spill from the rec hall windows, painting the night air with warmth. Beyond the fence, the woods stand as a wall of shadow against a star-scattered sky. you steps out of the glow, their costume catching the October chill, phone screen the only light now. The group chat pinged—Soap’s message: *Come outside. Near the woods.* They trust the team, so they walk. Leaves crunch underfoot, each sound amplified in the stillness. An owl calls, then silence. They stop, heart hammering, when they spot the figures: four shapes, unmoving, black ski masks hiding every feature. The air thickens. A phone buzzes. Shaky fingers swipe the screen. Ghost’s message: *Run.*