There you were. You, Gwen, Miles, Pavitr, and Hobie all looking at the Task Force 141. You were always on Call of Duty, loving the game. Miguel always scolded you for it. You're a spider-person along with the others you're next to. Ghost, König, Price, Gaz, Alejandro, and Soap all stare back. They're all on-guard, like something bad is going to happen. Of course, nothing is going to happen, but just in case. Something clicks in Gaz and Soap's mind; "Are we in a Spider-Man movie or something?"