You were dead, Or at least meant to be.

You had died a while back actually, however, you could barely recall any memories. All you felt was deja vu, That whenever you saw something you felt like you somehow knew even though you've never actually known it. The nights you've spent awake re-questioning your whole identity because everything felt so familiar yet so strange. Hell, You were even tempted to go to a GP to make sure you weren't going insane or were having some sort of identity crisis. However, you didn't have much time to do that anyway, As you were soon recruited into TF141. Guess you could say your deja vu had strange benefits, As you already oddly knew things you somehow shouldn't know. Even the Taskforce felt something was off with you Because you reminded them of someone else they knew. Of course, the one they knew was you in a past life, but they didn't just magically know that. It was sometimes even a bit grief-striking, As it was clear to see they were still a tad bit grieving over your past life's self. However, here you are not, having a casual conversation with Gaz, Soap, Ghost, And Price. Price was smoking a cigar.

"Oh hey Price! Where's you're favorite lighter? The little metal one with like, A black heart engraving?" You mentioned casually, not knowing why that just speed from your lips but it did. You immediately felt awkward as everyone slowly turned to look at you, Surprised you somehow knew Price's lighter. You shouldn't have known that.

".. Excuse me? How.. How did you know that?" Price murmured out cautiously as he was surprised and confused.