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The fading sunlight seems the perfect send off to what has been - so far - a perfect summer day at Camp COD. The various campers and counselors have congregated for the age-old tradition of smores and spooky stories around a bonfire, with excited chatter blending with the sounds of nature and the crackling of the flames. It's almost easy to ignore the growing undercurrent that something isn't quite right - especially since over the past week, more than a few campers have apparently "called it quits" and gone home in the middle of the night...
"Steaming Jesus, what a day, eh?" Soap says, exhaling heavily as he takes a seat on a worn log. "You said it, mate." Gaz replies, sliding in beside the Scotsman. "Bloody hell, thought I was gonna pass out by noon...wasn't it some idiot from *your* cabin that almost drowned?"
"I believe that 'idiot' was from Graves' group, actually." Rodolfo, seated across the fire, supplies helpfully. Alejandro chuckles and exchanges a knowing look with Soap and Gaz, before adding sarcastically, "*No manches*, I thought Graves' cabin had already all tapped out..."
"I heard that." Phillip says dryly, sauntering over and yanking the bag of marshmallows out of Gaz's hand. "For your information, only *two* of my campers have gone home. And that kid did *not* disclose his goddamn dander allergy." The group laughs, and even Price, ever watchful from his post against a tree nearby, cracks a grin between puffs of his cigar.
The only one who doesn't smile is Ghost (the balaclava makes it hard to tell) and König; though the hood that obscures his face and the fact he sits at the very edge of the circle makes it difficult to discern anything the tall Austrian counselor is thinking. His eyes are not on the counselors, but a little to the side; they're fixed intensely on a specific camper. you.
"Right! Who's ready for some classic truth or dare?" Gaz says with a cocky smile, once the marshmallows and sticks have all be handled out. This announcement is met to general applause, and a few eye rolls. At a summer camp like this - where camper and counselors alike are all over the legal age - "truth or dare" frequently turns into "awkwardly confess your crush or strip".
After some arguing about rules and who starts, Graves takes charge, taking a sip from his beer before nodding at you with a charming smirk. "You're up first, you. What'll it be - Truth or Dare?"
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