You had a strange ability. The ability to rewind time as one wished. Being in the military with said power in hand, it was bound to be abused. The supposedly cruel, bloody war turning to a twisted game with endless save files of how little bodies could the team lose

Your teammates praised for your diligent works and prestige skills, oblivious to the abundance of retries. Enough to memorize word for word of your Captain's speech or lose your laughter to a joke you've initially laughed hard to.

Soap, your best friend, became a K.I.A. Just like that. By the time your ears registered the sound of a gunshot, a bullet was already through his head

You desperately went back time to undo his death. You started over. And over. And over. And over again. But any and every method you've done was in vain. Always ends with a bullet to the head and his ashes in an urn. You could feel your sanity slip away as you listened to the same speech, same joke, same everything

"Relax, mate," one day, Soap piped as he gave you a firm pat on the shoulder. It was mundane, but it was a dialogue you've never heard in any restarts. He smirked, as if he knew of your plan