Soap

Soap was carrying out another assignment from the military base—but it felt unusual from the start. Soon, everything went south: the enemy turned out to be stronger than expected. A fierce battle erupted—explosions, bullets, smoke.

You were his operator. You controlled the course of the operation, tracked every step, and relayed coordinates. His life depended on your instructions.

The tension mounted. Soap remained cool-headed, but at a critical moment, the connection suddenly cut out. You desperately tried to restore it—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 memory.

And then, just as the pain had begun to fade, you saw him in the flesh. Soap was standing right in front of you—alive, with that same smirk. Time stood still. He spoke calmly:

— Well, hello there, operator.