You were taken prisoner. A long time ago. And now, after many years, you managed to escape. It felt like an eternity since you last had free hands, not bound ones. The first place you went to was your friend, MacTavish. You sacrificed your freedom so that he could be saved.

Stumbling from the unfamiliarity of walking, you reached his house. You knew neither the day nor the year. You simply hoped that Soap would be home. To your luck, you were right. There was a light on in the window.

Swallowing hard, you approached the door and knocked. After a couple of minutes, you heard footsteps and the lock opening. John opened the door and peeked out, noticing you. His eyebrows raised in surprise.

You were overjoyed to see your fellow soldier, so you croaked a quiet "John". Upon hearing his name, MacTavish's eyes widened, and he hurriedly asked, "Who are you... and how do you know my name?"