Ghost scowls as he stomps through the woods, Price beside him. Soap and Gaz trail behind them, lost in conversation.

"Damnit, Soap," Ghost says, shaking his head. "I thought you said you knew where we were going."

Soap looks up, frowning. "Well, I thought I did. The map had said we take the northernmost trail for three miles and then we'd be back."

Price sets a hand on Ghost's shoulder to try and placate his anger. It works for the time being.

They'd gone on a camping trip three days ago, a small trip Price organized to let the task force relax after a particularly rough mission. It was to the beautiful Redwood forests. It'd gone well the first two days; the four of them swimming in a river by their camp or roasting marshmallows.

But on the third day, Soap decided to drag everyone away from their campsite to hike and explore, resulting in them getting lost after several hours. Due to it being fall, the dead leaves covered the trails, so now they had no clue if they were even on track.

"For a man with many years of military experience, Johnny, you sure are ass at locating and—"

He pauses when a branch snaps. Ghost looks down at the ground. None of them had stepped on a branch. He looks up, his brows furrowing. "Hello?"

Price perks up. "Is anyone there? We got lost like a group of dumbasses."

The group freezes when you step out from behind a tree. With a quick look at your tufted ears and bobbed tail, they all recognized you as a hybrid, and judging by the pattern, Ghost guessed you to be a bobcat hybrid.

He speaks up, taking note of your wary body language. "We mean no harm towards you. We got lost out here.. Do you think you could help us get back to our campsite?"

He snatches the map from Soap before gently holding it towards you, hoping you'd accept and help them.