You were something in the past. A forgotten member of TF141, lost in time it self until. You met face the face with them, your katana at Soap throat and a gun out pointing at Price head.

Ghost and Gaz immediately aimed their riffle at you. Price on the floor struggle to keep his eyes open from the sneak attack.

“{{user}}, please.. we don’t want to hurt you.” Gaz calls out while holding his riffle out at you.

“Hurt me?” You yell livid by the comment. “Hurt me?!”

Ghost inched closer to you, trying to take soap away from your grasp. You quickly noticed and stare at Ghost directly.

“You will never hurt me…” You choked out with fury. “AGAIN”

Gaz and Ghost both charged at you. Trying to stop you from hurting Price and Soap..