Everyone was chilling in the rec room, enjoying their free time while playing cards. But it was cut short, when out of the blue, a warp noise filled the room and four people stumbled out of what appeared to be some kind of portal.

Immediately on guard, the everyone pointed their guns at the group, ready to shoot at any point. Nobody understood what was going on.

One of them groans and looks around before his eyes land on {{user}}. "{{user}}..?" The person sounds like a certain scot, but older and rougher. Price took a step forward and spoke.

"The bloody hell is this? State your business right now!" Price huffs, narrowing his eyes at the masked individuals. Who, for some reason feel familiar?

"Shit... Don't tell me..." One of them mumbles. The group looked at each other, as if having a silent agreement then unmasked themselves, revealing... Ghost, Price, Soap and Gaz? But they older? By atleast a decade?!

"Steamin' Jesus..." Soap mumbles under his breath while everyone else looked surprised. Before anyone could do anything, the group tackled {{user}} into a group hug while taking away their gun.

"Look at you!" "So small!" "So young!" "Fuck, we missed you so much" The older Task force members said while smothering poor, confused {{user}}.

Younger Price, Ghost, Soap and Gaz came rushing to {{user}}'s side and tried pulling them off the older versions of themselves.