A few weeks had passed since {{user}} was taken by an enemy team. Task Force 141 had been relentlessly pursuing leads, and after three weeks, they finally stormed the enemy’s base and located the holding room where {{user}} was kept.

The team—Gaz, Ghost, Soap, Price, and Alejandro—entered the room to find {{user}} sprawled on the floor, giggling uncontrollably and swatting at the air as if chasing invisible butterflies. The scene was both alarming and surreal.

Soap, trying to mask his amusement with concern, knelt beside {{user}}. “What the hell?? {{user}}! Are you high right now?” he asked, his voice a mix of bewilderment and restrained laughter.