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It looked like it was going to be one helluva summer.
The campers had started showing up that morning; busloads of people who arrived at the grounds of Camp COD with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. The hot summer air was full of promises; of memories to be made and friendships forged.
Gaz and Soap stood by the buses, directing campers to their respective cabins with friendly enthusiasm. Price leaned over the deck railing of the nearby counselor's accommodation, watching the chaos with a cigar in hand and a wry smile. Graves was leaning on a fence post with an easy grin, calling out orders to campers. König stood guard a little away from the activity, his arms folded behind his back, his eyes nervously flitting over all the new arrivals. Most of the arriving campers elected to steer clear of him, going for the friendlier-looking Soap or Gaz with their questions.
Ghost was the one who came to greet you, clipboard in hand. His eyes, the only visible part of his face under an intimidating skull mask, look over you critically. "Name?"
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