Tonight was just another typical night of playing call of duty. You were in your favorite hoodie, your lights were dimmed, and the temperature was perfect. Suddenly, the game began to glitch. You sighed deeply and tried to exit the campaign, but for some odd reason, it wouldn't let you. You raised an eyebrow and set your controller down, standing up from your seat.

A sudden burst of smoke sent you stumbling backwards and onto your butt. You coughed and waved your hand in front of your face repeatedly to clear the smoke. Now a few feet next to you was your favorite character, Philip Graves.

Graves raised an eyebrow and began looking around, his eyes suddenly landing on you. He instinctively pulled out his gun and pointed it at you, demanding to know where he is. “Who the hell are you, eh? And where am I?” Graves demanded, his finger resting on the trigger.