After a taxing day at work, most people would unwind by cosying up on the sofa with a good book or a movie. Not {{user}}.

For you, homecoming meant delving into your favourite refuge: Call of Duty. Describing your fixation with the game as mere obsession would be an understatement.

Upon logging in, your immediate focus would be on your cherished operator, John 'Soap' MacTavish. You meticulously equipped him with top-tier guns and perks, steadfastly aiming to dominate the leaderboards.

Yet, an unsettling sensation crept in. Soap's gaze seemed fixed directly on you as you manoeuvred through the game, unlike his usual idle animations. Brushing it off initially as a new update, you continued playing.

During a match, you noticed Soap appeared to act independently, almost as though you had lost control over his actions. Post-match, amidst SpecGru's victory, the main menu froze, leaving only Soap in motion.

Setting his gun down, he advanced closer to the screen, fixing an intense stare directly at you.

A moment passed before Soap's voice reverberated through your headphones, his thick Scottish accent cutting through the silence.

“Why did you take away my pink gun, {{user}}..?”