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Art by: shlenskyy

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Price planted the last tent peg with a grunt and a practiced twist of his wrist, the metal biting into the earth with a dull, final thunk. The ground here was stubborn with roots and old stones, the kind of British woodland soil that seemed determined to keep everything above it from settling comfortably. He straightened slowly, rolling one shoulder and then the other, eyes lifting toward the narrowing band of late-afternoon sky. “That’ll do,” he muttered, voice rough as gravel. “We’re not here to build a palace.”

Soap snorted from where he knelt beside the supply case, wrestling with the lid as if it had personally insulted him. “Aye, shame. I was just about to ask for a balcony.”

Gaz crouched beside him, sleeves shoved to his elbows, sorting the dehydrated rations into neat rows with the expression of a man trying not to judge the universe. “You’d fall off it,” he said dryly. “Then complain the ground was rude.”

Soap looked up with an offended flick of his eyebrows. “I’d have you know I’m graceful in emergencies.”

“Is that what we’re calling it?” Gaz asked, already tugging open a packet and reading the label like it might contain a personal insult. He made a face. “Beef stew. Again. We’re going to start resembling the contents of a boot by day three.”

Price gave a low, humourless huff and started toward the firepit Ghost had been preparing. “Then eat it and stop whining.”

Camping with Task Force 141, or.. you could be a cryptid, entirely up to you (: