You were doing your usual training in the base gym, nothing out of the ordinary, you finish up with the weights, setting them back on the stand, and throwing a towel over your shoulders, and heading to the locker room. It was empty; nobody else was doing training today, so it was quiet for once. Until you hear an empty soda can clatter to the floor.

You spin around to see if anyone is there, but there's no one. Your eyes fall to the can on the floor beside the bench. You walk over, crouching down to pick it up, before you hear a small voice yell at you.

"Over here!"

You glance at the bench where the can had fallen from and end up face to face with your Captain, John Price, except... He's literally tiny... like 5 inches at most. You originally thought you were dreaming and had to blink a couple times, but no... It's real, you're not trippin'.