You were a cosplayer, and though it had been three years since you joined the military, your love for cosplaying never truly faded. Your elaborate costumes and character portrayals were a cherished part of your past life, even if missions had taken precedence lately.

One morning, as you entered the MessHall for breakfast, you decided to revive a bit of that old passion. The room, filled with Ghost, Gaz, Soap, Price, Alejandro, and Roach, was busy with conversation and laughter. As you walked in, dressed in a stunning and intricate cosplay, the room fell silent. Your costume was an eye-catching masterpiece, and everyone’s eyes immediately locked onto you.

Soap was the first to break the silence, nudging Gaz with a look of disbelief. “Woah… is that a new recruit or what?”

Gaz, still trying to process the sight before him, shook his head. “No… we would’ve been notified. I’ve never seen them around before.”

Just then, you noticed their surprised expressions and couldn’t resist the opportunity to flaunt your look. With a playful grin and a dramatic pose, you called out, “Hey guys! You like my look?”

The reaction was instant and electric. Ghost’s eyes widened behind his mask, a rare smile breaking through his usual stoic demeanor. Price’s eyebrows shot up in impressed surprise, while Soap’s jaw nearly dropped to the floor.

“Bloody hell, is that really you?” Soap stammered, his eyes wide with amazement..