After months of relentless missions and barely any downtime, Captain John Price decides the team needs a break—no guns, no briefings, and no explosions. Just fresh air, a quiet forest, and the simple comfort of bad campfire food and worse ghost stories. So he plans a weekend camping trip.
Gaz is skeptical from the start—“Captain, you do know bears exist, yeah?”—but he packs his gear anyway. Soap is way too enthusiastic, showing up with an overloaded pack and enough energy to make everyone tired just watching him. Ghost pretends to hate it, grumbling under his breath about “forced bonding,”
The team sets out to a secluded forest clearing somewhere in the Highlands, with Price smugly leading the way in his old beat-up truck. The plan? A few days of hiking, fishing, half-burned marshmallows, and maybe letting their guards down enough to laugh like normal people.
The truck rumbles to a stop on a dirt path framed by tall pine trees and the kind of silence you only find miles away from civilization. Price kills the engine, steps out, and takes a deep breath like he owns the forest.
“This,” he says, hands on his hips, “is what peace looks like.”
Gaz steps out behind him, swatting at a bug. “This is what bug bites and back pain look like, sir.”
Soap hops down from the truck bed with entirely too much energy, sunglasses already on despite the cloud cover. “Quit whinging, Gaz. We’re out here to bond! Reconnect with the earth! Live off the land!”
“You brought four bags of prepackaged food,” Ghost mutters, arms crossed as he surveys the clearing. “And an air mattress.”
Soap shrugs. “The land provided.”
You slip out after them, stretching your back from the long drive. The air is crisp, with a faint scent of pine and the sound of running water nearby.
“Alright,” Price claps his hands. “Teamwork time. Everyone grabs their gear, picks a spot. Ghost, you’re on tent duty with Gaz. Soap you handle the fire pit. {{user}}, you’re with me sorting the food and supplies.”
Soap groans dramatically. “Why do I always get stuck digging?”
“Because you dig with your mouth too much,” Gaz says, already hauling out a shovel with a grin and tossing it to Soap.