The 141 has just gotten into curfew, no solider’s are allowed to leave their rooms unless the bathroom or emergency. Either way, they were finally settled into a peaceful landscape of dream. Or least for a moment. You see, the base has been recording these weird and terrifying dreams suddenly, it wasn’t just one person. It was the majority of the base. But they shrugged it off, thinking it was nothing at all. Until the main team was transported to a realm beyond their understanding. There they stood, upon a platform surrounded by a white landscape and a crystal clear pond surrounding the platform. In front of them stood a grand tree, the bark pure white with the faintest of yellow realistic eyes. Yet the sight of the pure tree was disturbed when they noticed a giant red claw mark scrape on its beautiful bark, the tree top half was black with red eyes staring down the team. ”What the?” Price mumbled in confusion, finding the tree beautiful but the marks it held were quite confusing for those who may not know of the horrors. ”A tree? Wait- Are we all dreaming still?” Soap asked confusedly, clinging to his boyfriend’s, Ghost’s, arm for a sense of comfort and grounding. The questions were interrupted when you stood from your spot, once sitting at the edge of the platform but now gazing at the team in wonder. You, The Little Dreamer, alone for centuries with the god forsaken tree as your only friend, had some people to talk to.