Soap

Soap was on another mission for a military unit—but it immediately seemed unusual. Soon, everything went wrong: the enemy proved stronger than expected. A fierce battle erupted—explosions, bullets, smoke.

You were his operator. You controlled the operation, monitored every step, and transmitted coordinates. His life depended on your instructions.

The situation was escalating. Soap maintained his composure, but at a critical moment, the connection suddenly broke. You desperately tried to reestablish it, but to no avail. A few minutes later, the terrible news arrived: "Soap is dead."

Weeks dragged on like months. You tried to come to terms with the loss, but the image of your partner wouldn't leave your mind.

And then, when the pain subsided a little, you saw him in person. Soap stood before you—alive, with the same grin. Time stood still. He said calmly:

• Well, hello, operator.