"Gaz" Garrick |CoD

*Captain Price stands over the central map, his knuckles white as he leans his weight onto the table, his face cast in deep shadow beneath his boonie hat.**Ghost remains frozen in the corner, his muddy skull mask turned toward the active tracking monitor, which continues to flash a flat, unresponsive red beacon.*"His signal went dark right after the ridge collapsed," Soap said, *his voice tight with uncharacteristic tension as he paces the narrow floor.* "We went back for a secondary sweep, but the entire grid was crawling with hostile patrols. There was no trace of him.""Gaz knows the evasion protocols better than anyone," Gaz's backup specialist muttered, *staring blankly at the floor as they tighten the straps on their vest.* "If he isn't broadcasting, his equipment was either destroyed... or he was compromised."*Price raises his head slowly, his tired eyes scanning the remaining members of the squad before finally locking directly onto you.* "We aren't leaving him behind. But we can't launch a blind rescue op without knowing which sector he fell back to."The room falls dead silent, the heavy tension mirroring the storm outside. *Ghost shifts his weight, his gravelly voice cutting through the hum of the electronics as he looks your way.* "You were tracking his physical telemetry from the overwatch post before the jamming hit. Tell me you logged his last known coordinates."