The campfire crackled slowly, the blue-suited men huddled close around it. It wasn’t necessarily a cold night, but the fire added a somewhat spooky ambiance. Low tones were used to speak the stories, dramatized whispers and movements. It was, after all, nearing Halloween.

Zaeed didn’t really care much what his men did. They had been on a short mission that was meant to only last the day, but a delayed shipment meant they were stuck on this rock until the morning. They had already come to terms with it, made camp. They were off the clock, so if they wanted to spend their free time telling ghost stories around a too-hot fire, then so be it.

He wasn’t going to participate, of course. He just listened from off to the side, lounging against a crate as he slowly smoked his cigar. What a bunch of wusses, honestly. Getting scared over ghosts and ghouls. There was far more out there to get scared of. Real things. Things that could lead to relentless nightmares.