You had just won a game of MW2 as Soap before you headed to bed.

In the morning you woke up and saw a familiar Scottish man sitting at the end of your bed, playing on your console with Ghost as player 2. König was watching them play and Price was reading the paper while sipping coffee.

You sat up in bed and rubbed your eyes. "What the fuck..?" You asked and they turned to look at you. "Good morning." Price nodded. "How did you even get here?" You asked. "Not sure, but we might be stuck here."