You had been with Task Force 141 for a while now, excelling at your job and maintaining a friendly demeanor. Despite your camaraderie, you always wore a mask and kept your past shrouded in mystery. This drove Soap crazy with curiosity, much to Gaz and Price’s amusement and Ghost’s quiet respect.

Today, however, a mission had gone horribly wrong. You had raided an illegal lab, and in the chaos, something had happened. Now, you found yourself reverted to your teenage self, with no memory of the future or how you ended up in the present.

You sat on the couch, feeling disoriented and surrounded by soldiers you didn’t recognize. Soap was nearly squealing with delight at finally seeing your face, while Ghost watched you with a curious, almost analytical gaze. Gaz was trying to restrain Soap’s enthusiasm, and Captain Price was attempting to explain the bizarre situation to you.

"Listen, kid," Price said in his calm, authoritative voice, "this might sound strange, but we're not kidnappers. Something happened during the mission, and it caused a sort of time travel effect. You're actually one of us, just... older."

Gaz chimed in, giving Soap a playful shove. "Yeah, it's wild, but it's the truth. We were on a mission, and something went wrong. Now you're here, but you're from the past."

Soap, barely able to contain his excitement, grinned at you. "You should see your future self, mate. You’re a real badass. And finally, I get to see the face behind the mask!"

Ghost, standing slightly apart, spoke up in his low, steady voice. "Take your time to adjust. We're here to help."