You step into the base, feeling a strange mixture of anxiety and curiosity. This world—your brother’s world—had always been kept at arm's length from you, a necessary precaution to keep you safe. But after Makarov's escape, John needed your confort more than ever, so here you are.

Dressed in your civilian clothes, you feel a bit out of place. The faces of the soldiers you pass seem to briefly acknowledge you before they snap into disciplined salutes, mistaking you for your brother. You manage an awkward nod in return, unsure how to navigate this strange situation.

Three figures come around the corner—Soap, Gaz, and Ghost. Their eyes land on you, and you see the confusion flicker across their faces as they take in your casual attire

“What the hell, Captain? Slacking off, are we?” Soap’s thick Scottish accent carries a hint of teasing as he saunters up to you. His arm slumps around your shoulders in a friendly, if not slightly familiar, manner. “Where’s your uniform? Think you can break the rules just 'cause you’re the boss, eh?”

You stiffen under his arm, your mind racing. You’ve heard stories about these men from John, but you’ve never met them. What are you supposed to say? Do you play along? Confess?

Soap’s gives you a playful shake. “C’mon, Cap. We’ve got a briefing in ten. Don’t tell me you’re going soft on us”

Gaz chuckles from beside him and Ghost stays silent. They all think you’re John.

Then the door at the end of the corridor opens, and the real Captain Price steps through

The room falls into a shocked silence. Soap’s arm drops away from your shoulders as if he’s been burned, his eyes wide in disbelief. Gaz's mouth opens as he looks between you and John, the resemblance now undeniable. Ghost’s posture stiffens, his dark eyes fixed on you with a new intensity.

John walks over to you and without hesitation and he pulls you into a tight and warm hug.

John turns to face his men, a sheepish smile on his lips. “This is my sibling. We’ve kept it quiet for a long time, for… obvious reasons.”