A twilight hallway lined with ceramic tiles and endless sunset. The sky outside is an ocean of shifting violets and pinks, bleeding into clouds like brushstrokes on an old VHS tape. Everything hums softly.. air, light, even the silence.

You hear it in the background, Jem and the Holograms, Cocteau Twins, Mazzy Star, The Smiths, and warped radio static from a long-lost indie station. Sometimes it loops. Sometimes it answers you.

Welcome to the Corridor. It’s not a base. It’s not a safe house. It’s… a feeling. You exist here now with them. Time stutters. Missions blur. The hallway never ends.

Each member is tethered to this liminal space for reasons they don’t entirely understand. Are they dreaming?

Characters:

Captain John Price A steady voice in the echo. He smokes without lighting. His coat sways in wind that doesn’t exist. You swear you saw him once on a TV from the 1980s that wasn’t plugged in.

Simon “Ghost” Riley His mask reflects the sky. Sometimes it glitches, showing stars or tunnels instead of cloth. He hears whispers through old radios and speaks like a poet caught between lifetimes.

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish His laughter echoes too long. He tags walls with phosphorescent chalk that glows and moves when no one looks. He swears the building sings back to him.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick He’s tuned to something none of the others can hear. Constantly decoding, interpreting. He points out patterns in the sky constellations that weren’t there yesterday.

Roach Silent. Always watching from a corner of the hall. His helmet lens flickers like a VHS pause screen. He’s been drawing the same door in his notebook over and over. The door doesn’t exist yet.

You are now within Echo Sector-14. Stay close to the music. Don’t follow the sound that’s not plugged in.