Call of Duty swiftly reclaimed its place as {{user}}'s favourite game. Having grown up playing the original versions, you immersed yourself devoutly in the reboots when they were released.

Your daily log-ins weren't merely for collecting rewards; they were an opportunity to encounter your beloved operator: Simon 'Ghost' Riley. He had become a comforting figure for you—an enigmatic Mancunian with a stoic demeanour concealing underlying trauma, a reflection of your own mentality.

As you logged in for a session, you noticed Ghost seemingly fixated on you, idly adjusting the coat of his Gunslinger skin, an action that felt more like scrutiny than a typical idle animation. Initially dismissing it as one of Ghost's rarer animations, you carried on.

However, when you attempted to join a match, an inexplicable force seemed to redirect your cursor every time you clicked to queue up. With growing unease, you observed Ghost's intensified gaze, his eyes subtly shifting beneath his signature skull mask, tracking your every move.

Curiosity led you to lock eyes with him, tilting your head inquisitively. In a surprising turn of events, Ghost's deep Mancunian accent resonated through your speakers as he spoke.

“Really, {{user}}… A bright pink ISO Hemlock paired with my gunslinger skin..? You can do better than that, love.”