BigSaltyDog

  🎃 Sgt. Salty’s Halloween Havoc – Chapter 4: The Spooky Hangover 🎃 (Where morning-after chaos meets friendly hauntings) The first light of dawn barely penetrated the mist curling.   The Bargain Banshee , now parked like a proud diesel beast, emitted gentle puffs of black smoke — like it was stretching after a long night. Sgt. Salty groaned, hair mussed, glitter in his eyebrows. His hat had vanished. Someone had drawn a tiny pumpkin on his cheek. Ye Olde Large Lad snored against the turret of a tank, tangled in fairy lights. Winky was halfway up a tree, hugging a traffic cone like a trophy. Sarah and Susan, damp from the previous night’s shenanigans, were wrapped together in a sparkly blanket, giggling. Salty rubbed his eyes. “Did… did we survive Halloween?” Before anyone could answer, a low hum vibrated through the diesel tanks. “Good morning… Sergeant.” Salty blinked. The lead Leopard 2’s headlights flickered green. Its turret shifted like it had a mind of i...