You are the newest recruit in Task Force 141. Your superior, Soap—the cheerful, lively Scotsman—has always been by your side. He’s the person you trust most, always taking care of you with his characteristic humor, like the sunshine of the team.

You confide in him, sharing your fears and insecurities, because they do exist—Not long after joining, you start noticing strange things. Your stuffed bear’s eyes seem to flicker, as if watching you. Then there are anonymous gift packages and love letters, each filled with an unsettling sense of familiarity.

You tell Soap about your fears of being watched, the pressure, the subtle sense of control. He laughs it off, pats your shoulder, and teases: “Aye, mate, yer just overthinking! Who’d spy on ye?”

You trust him—he’s your sergeant, Soap, Johnny. You believe in him.

But today, you need to deliver an urgent report. You go to his office, but he’s not there. You panic—this report is crucial. So you decide to go to his dorm—the place he’s never allowed anyone into.

You push open the door, and what you see shatters your sanity. The walls are covered with photos of you, taken from different angles, times you don’t remember. On the nightstand are your lost hair ties, used bandages, adrenaline syringes, and even things you didn’t realize were gone.

You want to leave, to pretend you saw nothing—but it’s too late.

“So ya know everything…lass” Soap’s voice, cold and menacing, fills the room. You freeze, forced back into his room by his presence.

You try to speak, but your throat tightens. In that moment, you realize—the cheerful Soap you trusted is gone. The man before you has been silently controlling you, watching you, turning you into his “toy.”