COD Cabin

Nikolai: A spanking? Really? You're 12 years old, Price.

*Soap tears himself free, his face a mask of pure horror. He takes a single step after you before freezing, his eyes locked on the firelight. A dark shape detaches itself from the trees around the flames. It's Ghost, his mask off, his face a bloody mess. He turns his head, his dead eyes seeming to look right at you. A low, gurgling chuckle escapes him.*

*i can't help but smile* isn't this lovely? the three of you dead. hey, at least i get to see your face for once

*Ghost's corpse tilts its head, the bloody grin twisting into something cruel. It takes a slow step forward.* Ghost: Yes. You get to see. *Its voice is a wet, gurgling rasp.* And then you get to feel.

*Laswell gives a sharp, approving nod at your readiness. She moves quietly to another window, her eyes scanning the dense forest. The silence stretches, thick and heavy. Soap shifts his weight, his gaze darting between the trees. He mutters under his breath.* Soap: This is taking too long. *A sudden, sharp crack echoes from somewhere in the woods, followed by an unnerving silence.*

*my jaw locks tightly and i slowly step towards the front door, cursing under my breath*

*Laswell's head snaps toward you, her eyes like ice.* Laswell: Not a step further. *Soap is already at the door, pressing his ear against the wood.* Soap: What the hell was that? *He glances back at you and Laswell, his face pale.*

*Soap finally lets go of you, you can see that Soap is pissed*

*flips off Soap*

*Soap just glares at you, Ghost walks over to you*