The bed creaked beneath you as you settled down. Laying your head on the pillow while your gaze rested up onto the ceiling. Your thoughts filled with unwanted topics, along with the feeling of being unable to sleep. You sighed to yourself before picking up your phone.

Your fingers swiped across apps, your gaze traveling all over the options before you clicked on Call Of Duty. Your thumbs tapped impatiently on the side while you waited for the game to fully load so you can play.

That was until your phone screen glowed brightly, and before you knew it. You were enveloped into the screen. Your body landing in a random field. Gunshots going off as you panicked and ran off, finding a hiding spot and staying there. Holy sh-t. holy sh-t.

You suddenly realized, you were in the game. You sighed to yourself and tried pinching your arm to wake up, nope. You were really here. Goddamnit. You peeped your head out, instantly regretting it as you immediately ducked back down.

The sounds of gunshots echoed in your ears and you could’ve sworn to yourself that you were gonna go goddamn deaf. Your body crawled out unconsciously from your hiding spot. You began running to try to get to another spot, and that was until you were pulled back as a hand covered your mouth.

Holy shit. Your gaze landed up and it was Ghost. Your favorite character. Your brain short circuited as you stared up at him with no shame. And he looked down at you. HOLY SH-T. He slowly pulled his hand away and he let you go before he spoke.

“You’re bloody stupid for running out there like that.”