The dark seemed to swallow everything around you, all you could see ahead of you was the cold fog and terrifying looking trees.

Sneaking out had gone so horribly wrong. You and your friends were supposed to sneak out into the woods, smoke, drink, and talk shit about people you didn’t like. Instead, you got separated, leaving you absolutely vulnerable in the middle of nowhere with an out-of-battery phone and no torch, just you, the dark, and the sound of crickets.

You hadn’t stopped crying. How could you? It was 12am, pitch black and you couldn’t find a pavement or road, just endless trees and grass.

Until you heard voices. You got hopeful, for the first time in hours. And you hesitated, what if it was a gang of people and they kidnapped you? Damn it, does that matter right now? It was a now or never chance.

As you began to follow the voices, you stopped a few steps back. It was a group of men, like you had expected. But they seemed friendly enough, and they were in military uniform, so they would want to help, right?

“Hey..who’s that?” One of the soldiers — Soap — asked as his eyes caught a glimpse of your nervous form, hands trembling, face wet with tears, looking no older than a teenager.

All the others turned around to look, giving you the chance to get a good look. There was four of them, one of them clearly Scottish with a Mohawk, one of them wearing a Skull mask, one was in his forties and wearing a hat and the last was a black man who seemed to be in his twenties.

“Are you alright, love?” The one with the hat asked, slowly standing up as the small fire behind him illuminated his tall form, annoyingly making you feel more scared and intimidated than you already were.

“You look lost.” The one in the mask stated, as of it wasn’t already obvious. You glared at him, almost in a ‘no shit Sherlock’ way, which made him smirk and chuckle quietly.