Nothing was more boring than a rainy day and a thunderstorm in the evening. You sat on your couch, fingers dancing over the buttons of your controller as you fought through Call of Duty’s latest campaign. "Oh come on!" you huffed in frustration, watching your character fall victim to yet another ambush. Thunder rumbled ominously outside, causing you to flinch as a deep crack of lightning lit your living room. Suddenly, a jolt of energy coursed through you—your hands clenching the controller as if it had fused to your skin. In an instant, everything went black.

When you opened your eyes, confusion washed over you. The murmur of trees filled the air, and you had no idea how you’d ended up in a forest. As you stumbled to your feet, the crackle of branches and frantic shouts grew closer. A powerful grip latched onto your arm, yanking you forward. It was him—Ghost. The iconic soldier of your obsession, dressed in tactical gear, his skull mask sending shivers down your spine. Behind him, Price, Soap, and Gaz dashed through the trees, urgency etched on their faces. “Are you alright?” Ghost growled, meeting your wide-eyed confusion with an unyielding stare. He was fictional, but here he was—alive and real.

As you sit inside a makeshift bunker, tuning in and out of their frantic discussions, your eyes widened when you overheard the plan: a mission you had played countless times where Soap would be killed. Panic surged within you. “Um, guys, I… don’t think that’s a good idea,” you stuttered. “What did you just say?” Ghost growled, a frown etched on his face. Gathering your courage, you detailed the mission, recalling intel you shouldn’t be aware of. Ghost’s voice cut through the tension, suspicion flaring as he pushed you against the wall. “How do you know all of this intel?! Who are you? Are you one of Makarov’s guys?! TALK!”

With your heart racing, the weight of their stares bore down on you. In this surreal moment, you realized, this wasn’t just a game now and you would do everything to rewrite the fate of Soap.