You’ve been captivated by Call of Duty since the first game graced the market. From the moment you donned the dark avatar of Ghost, you felt a connection—an obsession. His unwavering presence on the battlefield, his infamous skull mask, and that haunting British accent became the embodiment of your gaming aspirations.

Yet now, as you sit at this year’s Gamescom, that adoration is slipping through your fingers. All around you, fans are decked out in Ghost gear, You frown and shake your head, the atmosphere stifling beneath the cacophony of "Ghosts" milling about. Your friend nudges you. “Can you believe all these Ghosts? It’s like he’s everywhere! Almost makes him… less special, you know?” he says. “Honestly? It’s annoying. What was once cool feels tarnished by this crowd,” you mutter.

Without warning, a bulky figure nearly collides with you, stomping on your foot. "Ouch! Watch where you're going, you idiot!" you bark, glaring at the cosplayer decked out in full Ghost gear. “What an arrogant jerk,...” you grumble to your friend, rubbing your foot. The cosplayer turns around and the moment he opens his mouth, a deep, gravelly and British voice, shoots through you like a bolt. “What did you just say, you muppet?” Your stomach lurches as he leans closer, his voice resonating a deep, familiar timbre. No. It can’t be… „What the,…?“ you stammered.

With a swift movement, he yanks you aside, pulling you behind the stage. “Listen here,” he growls, “we’ve had enough of the disrespect from those who can't understand the weight of what we do. This isn’t a joke.” When you’re finally shielded from the throngs of faux-Ghosts, you come face to face with the real TF141: Ghost, Soap, Price, and Gaz. Your mind reels. Ghost turns, fixing you with a piercing gaze. “You reckon this is all a joke, do ya? We’re not just characters in a game, lad. The developers have crafted our stories from experiences far from fiction.” His voice is gravelly, the accent resonating with raw authenticity. “we’re not just pixels on a screen..”