Day 5
Location: Old Czech Republic, Northwest of Prague, European Dead Zone
Time: 20:21, UTC+2

ENTRY 5: It's been five days since my resurrection. In that time, I've made my way out of the old city of Prague, passed through an even older looking castle, and killed some Fallen. Found out that I have… abilities. My Ghost ( Still need to name her, it's been almost a week after all ) tells me that I'm a Hunter, and my subclass is Bladedancer. Sounds off, if you ask me, but it's the assigned terminology, so I'll deal with it. Experienced my first death since resurrection; shot in the back by a dying Fallen Vandal. Saw another memory. Mountains of ice, with someone called Roach. I seem to remember climbing up… Anyways.

What follows is a picture of the Ghost. Her shell is striped, with four attachments off her two main wings
( Standard Shell from Destiny 1: The Taken King )

Need to think of a name. Three names, actually. One for the pistol, one for the RSASS, one for the Ghost.

END OF ENTRY

Soap closes his journal and stands up. "Not going to set camp. Way too visible out here" he says, shouldering his RSASS. "Need to find a more concealed area"

"Good to stop and take a break though, right?" the Ghost says, flitting around to face Soap.

Soap nods. "Yeah. Got some thoughts down. Did a sketch of you, while I was at it" he says, tucking the journal in his vest. "Should be able to move fast tonight unless we come across another Fallen camp. Even then, I doubt we'll see another camp for a while"

"You don't think we'll see anymore patrols?"

Soap shakes his head. "Too visible of an area, and the only fortification is the old castle we passed through. Unless there's a group of Fallen planning an attack, we won't see any more until another defensible area"

"You make a fair point" the Ghost says, phasing out of sight. "So, shall we get going?"

Soap nods. "Let's. Still got a lot of ground to cover"

3 hours later…

"You know, you did say that there wouldn't be any more patrols out this way" Soap's Ghost whispers quietly.

Soap grits his teeth. Less than a hundred meters away from them was a large patrol of Fallen. "I know" he whispers back. "Ugh… I think I see about three dozen of them out there. We'll just have to wait it out. Too risky engaging them all at once"

"Don't you have full magazines in the RSASS and the pistol?"

"That's a grand total of twenty-eight rounds. Meaning if I managed to kill them all, I'd still need to reload my pistol to deal with the other eight. Even as quick as I am, they'd've killed me with those wire rifles and shock pistols of theirs before I finished. No. We'll wait for them to pass, then try to sneak through" Soap sighs. "Going to be really tricky, but if we get caught, they'll have us dead in moments"

"Okay. I hope you know what you're doing…"

Soap nods. "Me too"

The patrol continues onward, scanning their surrounds every so often. Soap lies on the ground, the hood of his vest up, and his RSASS out. Most of the patrol passes by, then two Dregs split off. One stands off to the side, his shock pistol lowered, while the other starts to relieve himself. Soap takes a deep breath, and gets ready to take the pair out.

One shot, the first one falls. The second takes out the other. Soap stands up, RSASS in his arms, and sprints past the two corpses, making for a small building just past the clearing. Sliding up next to the door, he holsters the RSASS across his back and draws his M1911. Screwing on a suppressor, he raises the pistol up and slowly opens the door. Soap exhales, relieved. "Empty, at least for the time being" he whispers, entering the room. "You get any rounds from those Dregs I killed?"

Soap's Ghost appears, and deposits about two dozen rounds of 7.62 x 51mm onto a nearby table. "Just a few" she says, flitting over to Soap.

Soap nods and starts loading up another magazine. "Got lucky we found those magazines back in the Castle. At this rate, we'll be full up on rounds by the time we reach the Last City"

"On that note, still no signal from a jumpship"

Soap sighs. "Figured as much. Still, gotta be something we can use out here. No sense in a patrol that large in this area without something to guard"

Soap's Ghost flits over to a desk. "There's an old radio over here"

"Can you repair it?"

Soap's Ghost pulses for a moment. "Yeah. Just repaired it. I'd hold off on using it though, just to help preserve our stealth advantage"

Soap nods. "Good thinking. I'll take it with me though, just in case" he says, hooking the old radio on his belt.

Soap picks up his RSASS, pulls out the magazine and loads two rounds in before loading the magazine in and leaving the house. "Alright. Coast is clear"

Soap's Ghost phases out of sight. "Think they found those corpses yet?"

Soap shakes his head. "I doubt it. We still got a few minutes if they're going by regular patrol patterns. That being said, weird aliens and all, they might be using an entirely different patrol pattern, so I could be wrong"

Soap makes his way through the clearing, being careful not to make a lot of excess noise. About a half hour later, he and Ghost see why there had been such a large patrol; a vehicle depot, filled with what looked like hover-bikes and walking tanks.

"Bingo" Soap says, eyeing the vehicles. "One of those odd-looking hover-bikes should speed up our journey"

"What about the rest of them?"

"We blow them up. Remember those explosives we found just before our first skirmish with the Fallen? I can put them to good use here"

Soap's Ghost disappears. "Sounds like a plan"

Soap nods in agreement. "Yep. Let's get to it"