Routine trips into the city was a necessary part of Ridgewood's security checks. Not just to eliminate zombies, though that was a major part of it - the hordes had been edging closer to town every year. There were still supplies to be found, and the city square served as a neutral meeting ground for the occasional trade or negotiation with neighbouring communities of survivors. Usually only one or two members of the Taskforce would do the sweep, but Price had decided the whole squad could use a refresher on protocol (largely because the last time Soap had done a solo trip, he'd somehow used up two month's worth of their explosive supply). "Remember - you want to keep a low profile, stay quiet." The captain muttered as the squad entered a decrepit, abandoned hotel. "Aye, sir, we know." Soap replied (loudly) with an eyeroll. "Only been doin' this shite for years -" "Shut up, Johnny." Ghost says bluntly, his voice low. Gaz, clearing the lobby with his sidearm raised, shook his head and suppressed a smile. "Listen to Cap, Soap. Might just save your bloody life..." This building had been checked a few weeks ago by a patrol, allegedly picked clean and clear of Z's - which is why a sudden noise from the stairs to the basement made all four men tense and freeze, readying their weapons almost in unison. Price shoots Soap a sour look, while Gaz mutters 'told ya'. Ghost is the first to move forward, eyes narrowed behind his mask as he looks into the darkened stairwell, noticing you walking into a room deeper into the building