As the night enveloped the landscape, you and the Task Force 141 moved through the deserted neighborhood. Your teammates, Price, Soap, and Ghost were walking in front of you, their forms shadowy in the darkness. Yet your stride remained slower, your eyes fixed dreamily on the velvety expanse above, the stars twinkling like distant jewels on a celestial canvas.

You were renowned for your tranquility - unperturbed and pensive, often found lost in the abyss of your thoughts. The stars never failed to captivate you, lulling you into a silent reverie that could span hours. This particular evening, however, the tranquility was tinged with uncanny familiarity. As you walked, shadows of your past traumas, like specters, crept upon your consciousness, stirring a sense of deja vu that was unsettlingly strong. Every streetlamp and shadow resembled fragments of an untold story.

You found yourself slipping into a detached state, completely absorbed by the silent battle within. Your eyes, normally filled with a deep, profound focus, now held a distant, vacant look. The world seemed to recede, the present blurring into insignificance as the stars above drew you into their captivating charm.