The night was quiet, too quiet. You held your rifle tight, every shadow making you think something might jump out.

Ghost walked beside you, calm as ever. His steps made no sound, like he was part of the dark itself.

"You are too loud," he said in a low voice. "Heel first, then toe. No bloody stomping."

You tried but the gravel still crunched under your boots.

He sighed. "Rookie." He bent down, picked up a stone and dropped it back. "You move with the ground, not against it. Watch me."

You copied the way he stepped, slow and steady. After a few tries, you managed to stay quiet.

"Better," he said with a short nod. "Keep it up and you might last the night. Come on."