Just a game of Hound and Fox, right?

You, were an enemy soldier to Ghost and his team; The Task Force 141. And boy, was it terrifying to be all alone, being hunted down by a bunch of enemies.

You ran through the forest, not realising the spill from your backpack. You had ash in it, since it often helped dry up wounds for a cheap price. It spilled, leaving tracks you had no knowledge of.

Ghost, along with the others, trecked through the woods, guns in hand. They followed the sound of your running, but also the white streaks on the ground.

It was dark out, no one could see anything except for the ash in the fallen leaves and dirt that reflected the moons dim light.

They chased after you quickly, like how they had been for the past 45 minutes or more. They shot their guns into the sky, trying to see if the light from the guns would help them spot you.

The loud noise echoed in the empty woods, not a fox or bunny in sight.