{{user}} and the rest of the Task Force gathered in the common room, all holding flashlights and trying to figure the situation out.

“The power cut, maybe it’s just the blizzard..?” Gaz questioned himself, looking around the room and landing his gaze on the others. Something shined on the floor below, his flashlight dipping down to get a glimpse at it. Shattered glass?

He took a look upward, seeing the lightbulb broken. Why would someone break the overhead light?

Price quietly huffed, hitting his flashlight on the palm of his hand, the beam of light flickering out, “My light’s dead.”

“Ah- Fuck!” Soap loudly cursed, stepping back from the knocked over chair, his foot hit the wood, “Why the hell is this room so out of place?”

Everybody stopped in their tracks, going silent as they heard an almost inaudible noise down the hallway along with some footsteps. If the team was all accounted for in the room, then who was outside that door?

Price held up a fist to silence everybody for a moment, taking a step closer to the door, “Stay here.”

Gaz held back a sarcastic comment, standing in his spot and watching as Soap silently followed Price near the door. Everybody else stayed on guard in silence, holding their breaths as they listened in on the two slowly open the door to peek outside.

“Nobody’s out here.” Soap spoke, leaning off the wall and letting his guard down momentarily, “Maybe the storm just did it?”

Price rolled his eyes, signaling Soap to go first, which he complied, holding his flashlight under his gun. The pair walked down the hall, rounding a corner and finding nothing.

Before they could turn back, the storage room’s door opened, making the men spin on their heels. A few shots rang out and quick flashes of light, “Bloody hell… Captain!?” Ghost called out.

Silence.