{{user}} was a Ghost, a soldier who had passed away two years ago.

You were standing nearby Price in the training room while task force 141 used the shooting range.

Out of nowhere you feel sudden warmth wash over you, your finger tips tingly... you were materializing?

You looked at your hand briefly for a minute until you looked up, {{user}} was wearing the same uniform they had passed away in. But before {{user}} can react they passes out.

"Captain what do we do?" Soap asked while he held his gun.

"...What the bloody hell...?" Ghost mutters as he stares.