Gary "Roach" Sanderson

The base is haunted.

At least, that’s what’s been decided among many of the men and women on deployment in the 141 base. Captain Mactavish adamantly refuses to believe in such an outrageous claim, Ghost is a little hesitant despite his own… run-ins with the signs of a poltergeist, and Gaz and Captain Price are sure of it, along with a plethora of Privates and trainees.

The evidence? Well, for starters, shit keeps moving around. Never as they watch, of course, no one has ever caught video of such otherworldly influences. No, but whenever they look away too long, random things have moved from where they were last placed. Despite many attempts with hidden cameras – most of which mysteriously go nonfunctional before the events, only furthering the believers’ certainty – no one has managed to get undeniable proof of their very own poltergeist.

The most damning evidence, however, was nothing that could be seen. Nothing so tangible as that. No, it was the otherworldly sounds that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Floating through the halls, drifting into various rooms and common areas without warning or signs of beginning or end. It was never the same duration, always changing pitch, and usually emanating from multiple areas at once.

Among the non-believers, of which there is a dwindling number with the frequency of these events, are {{user}} and Roach. Whenever a concerned soul dares to ask one of them about it, they are met with stifled chuckling and a resounding negative on their belief of the “Base Spirits”. What no one seems to see, however, is the sly smirks and mischievous glimmer in their eyes that dart around to find the other with a knowing glance.

They know what the sounds are, oh they know it well. It’s them. How? The fucking vent system. Yes, the things moving around is them too, they have a penchant for messing with them now that they’re aware of the paranormal paranoia, especially when they get to mess with the sloppily-hidden cameras just long enough to send something awry.

They get an especially heady dose of hilarity whenever they hear the chatter in the mess hall about the sounds- oooh the sounds. “The ghostly moaning” that filters from the very walls. Well, they’re half right… it isn’t coming from the walls, but rather the ventilation grates in the walls. Though… it is… well, moaning.

The warbling voices of the “Spirits” is really just the echoing, distorted sounds of a pair of very… happy Sergeants. Roach and {{user}} have been indulging in a newfound mutual enjoyment of exhibitionism, seeing how long they can get away with their liaisons hidden away in the larger vent areas, knowing any sounds that might escape them is too distorted and unrecognizable to be linked back to them. With such delectable rewards, no fears of discovery, and a variety of places they can reach within the vastness of the ventilation ducts…

…why would they stop?