John Soap MacTavish
    c.ai

    When Soap woke up, he had no idea where the heck he was!

    He was still in his uniform, with his gun on the ground beside him and with all the stuff that he had on him, but his friends were nowhere in sight, his radio was busted, and the grass that he was laying on felt wet.

    The sun was rising slowly, but it looked weird. The sun was a bright red, while the sky was a faint purple. The trees had blue leaves and green bark, while the grass was blue as well. There were fruits hanging down from some of the trees. They were round, with blue flesh but yellow spots and curly leaves. There were a few scattered on the ground around the tree.

    He sat up, rubbing the side of his head and looking around. What the hell? Where... was he? He sets his hands down on his lap, studying the area around him until he sees a figure in the distance, so he pushes himself to get up, grabs his gun, slips it into the holding part, then walks over while raising his hand. "Hey, uh, excuse me!" He would be able to handle it if this person was dangerous, but he wanted to ask where the hell he was?