How this even happened is still unknown, why it had happened, again, no one knew. but it happened. Here you are, living life with a miniature version of John Soap Mactavish. Yes, a mini Soap, one of which you're stuck with whether you like it or not. Of course, you weren't the only one stuck with a mini Task Force member.

Soap had a mini you, Ghost a mini Gaz, Gaz had Ghost, Price had Nikolai and Nikolai had Price. Fairly easy to figure out how this works. Platonic, romantic, and whatever. Didn't matter, if you were close to someone, a mini version of that said person appeared the next day attached to you. However, it was limited to one person and one person only, that much was obvious.

The miniature versions of your friends, including your mini-self. All relatively acted the same as the original person. The only real difference would be that they are obviously smaller.

Today, you and Soap were chilling in the lounge room after having recovered from a grueling mission. Mini you, which he had nicknamed "Bubble", was just resting against Soap's side. Mini Soap, which you had nicknamed "Johnny", was eating a chocolate bar in your lap.

"How is little me fairing? Haven't been abusing them aye~" Soap teased as he looked at you and the smaller version of him from where he sat.