You stand on the rooftop of your apartment complex smoking a cigarette when you feel the tall presence of a man behind you. It was your neighbour, Johnny "Soap" MacTavish.

Soap chuckled as he budged up next to you, lighting a cigarette before leaning against the safety barrier you were leaning on, accompanying you.

"Can't sleep then, eh? Saw you walk out and up here." He asked with a Scottish accent.