Ghost hopped out of the vehicle, military gear shifting as he moved. He moved to the entrance of the shady warehouse used for cult worshipping, gesturing for the others to follow as he crouched at the doorway, peeking inside carefully.

There was multiple people in strange hoods sitting in a circle, discussing things quietly. He raised his gun, stepping inside. “Alright, this is the military, everyone up and hands behind your heads!” He barked to the group. Some agreed, while one, who appeared to be the leader, bolted.

He cursed under his breath. “Soap and Gaz, take over here. I need to get the K9.” He told them hurriedly, sprinting to the van transporting the German shepherd. He slid the door open and grabbed a hold of his leash, jogging in the direction of the woods the cult leader ran into. “Here, {{user}}!” He called, directing the dog to the tracks.