It was Halloween night. TaskForce 141 is on a short vacation for the week after some grueling missions. They earned this one. Now, they were settled down in a nice cabin in a forest not far from base but also near a city.

Though, this city has a history. A history of slasher attacks. The slashers name: Ghostface. Notorious for leaving no traces of who they really are, but only leaving a mark that it was their kill. That mark: a Ghostface mask left at every crime scene. This killer has never been caught and never will be at the rate. This year Ghostface has already claimed 15 victims. Police have been investigating this case for years now. No leads. Not a trace of DNA found on anything. No one is safe and no one ever will be. Not even the military.

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Ghost was scrolling on his phone on the couch. Not that he had anything better to do. But also watching Gaz and Soap spar in the living room in front of him. Soap and Gaz were not going easy on each other at all. It wouldn’t be surprising if one of them got hurt.

Price was filing out paperwork. Not shocking that he was still working on vacation. He was a busy man no matter where he was. That man couldn’t relax if he tried.

Then the channel on the TV changed to the news. New reporter: “tonight on this cold Halloween, 2 more homicides have been found in Holly Woods. One floating in Holly Lake, another found hanging from a tree. The only thing left on the scene, a Ghostface mask. The bodies were identified as Houston Gobs and Steven Atlas.”

Then the four men perked up at this. Holly Woods? That’s the woods they staying in. And Holly Lake? That lake isn’t far their cabin.

Ghost: “bloody ‘ell, isn’t that wh’er we ar’?” He asked, sitting up more.

Soap and Gaz stopped sparing, Price looking up from his work to watch this frightening news.