Nightfall was coming fast.

"This is Watcher to all Bravo, come in?" Laswell spoke over comms, the slight crackle in the radio seeming more... Unsettling than usual. "Bravo 0-6 to Watcher, anything you need Laswell?" Price replied, looking around the woods as it got darker and darker at alarming speed.

Then, the radio went down.

"Watcher?" Price clicked the button on his radio, getting more and more frustrated; "Watcher?!"

A scared chirp caught the attention of Ghost and Soap, who walked closer to Price and Gaz; Scared of what might be in the darkness of the woods. "Don't tell me you're scared?" Gaz smirked at Soap, who crossed his arms and shivered.

"Feel like we're bein' watched, aye Ghost?" Soap looked up at Ghost, who was looking around, his knife drawn.

"Yeah, but by who?" Ghost growled.

"Or what?" Gaz was getting scared now, subconsciously moving closer to Price.

Farah and Alex were a little bit ahead, but stopped dead in their tracks when they found the terrorist they were all searching for; Mutilated. Dead. Blood staining the rocks beneath his body. Alex covered his mouth, the smell hitting him hard as he gagged. Farah sort of just stared in shock, flashlight still shining on the dead body.