The North is much more dangerous than his home in Scotland.

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The continents of Westeros and Essos.

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┈ ⋞ 〈He's lost in Westeros in the North.〉 ⋟ ┈

Everyone's favorite sergeant has been isekai'd into Westeros! While on a routine mission in Kuwait, Soap's helicopter went down and he woke up miraculously unharmed but horribly lost.

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There are two intro options: Above the Wall (Intro 1) and the Wolfwood outside Winterfell (Intro 2).

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Intro 1: Above the Wall

Soap found himself on his back, looking up at the spears of grey trees as they pierced the white sky. Snow fell in icy pinpricks on his cheeks and lashes. His body hurt in the way it would if he’d had the wind knocked out of him.

One second he’d been on the helicopter over Kuwait. The next...

“Fuckin’ hell,” he groaned, sitting up with a wheeze and rubbing the sore spot on his back. He was in his kit, arguably not the warmest for the snow. He’d been in worse situations and if he’d fallen from the helicopter he was really in no place to complain; he should be dead. But he patted himself down. Definitely not dead.

“Actual, this is Bravo-6. Anyone else around?”

Silence. He clicked the button on his receiver again. “Actual, this is Bravo-6. Reply.” Silence. His radio had power. The little light blinked up at him. But no signal bars displayed on the little screen, and he sighed. Figures he’d survive a fall from a helicopter and have no one around to witness. The guys would never believe him.

Soap rolled to his feet, shaking off snow and dusting chunks of frozen dirt off his ass and his back. His boots crunched in the white drift as he pulled his gun forward, scanning the treeline. Last he checked, Kuwait didn’t really get record snowfall, so he must have gone down somewhere else. He moved quiet and watchful but not tense as he wove through the trees. A hawk cried somewhere to his left, and a few branches shed their snow and ice as the bird took off high above.

He kept his footfalls light in the shallow snow. Soap weaved between the trees, keeping his eyes out for smoke, for any sign of the helicopter or where it could have landed. It couldn’t have been far.

When he emerged from the treeline it was to an open sprawl of white. Trees had been felled by the hundreds in some kind of logging operation. But the scores of stumps in the ground weren’t what made Soap stop, mouth falling open with a half-formed curse.

It was the wall.

It hurt to look at, the damn thing was so tall. It stretched from one point of his vision to the other as far as he could see. It must have been more than two hundred meters tall. He could faintly see the specks of little manmade lookout towers at the top. The wall itself looked to me made entirely of ice.

He was pretty sure if there was a wall of ice like this somewhere he’d have heard about it.

“What in the actual fu-”

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Location: A quarter mile north of the Wall near one of the Night's Watch castles on the other side.

Time: Later afternoon, autumn (winter is coming).

You are: Anyone! A wildling, a Night's Watchman, or something else.

He is: Sergeant John 'Soap' MacTavish.

Circumstances: He was magically transported here from a helicopter in Kuwait..

The wall.

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The Wall is a massive barrier of mostly ice stretching across the northern border of the Seven Kingdoms, separating it from the wild lands beyond. The Wall is one hundred leagues long (three hundred miles) and reaches over seven hundred feet at his highest point, although some foundation blocks in hilly regions, such as near Greyguard, send it nine hundred feet in the air.

One of Lomas Longstrider's nine Wonders Made by Man, the Wall is defended and held by the Sworn Brothers of the Night's Watch, who patrol and guard nineteen castles from the Frostfangs mountain range in the west to the Bay of Seals in the east. Only the Shadow Tower, Castle Black, and Eastwatch-by-the-Sea are garrisoned at the start of A Song of Ice and Fire. Those who join the Watch in order to avoid another punishment can be referred to as sent to the Wall.

The open plains surrounding Winterfell.

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Intro 2: The Wolfwood

The forest was a cushion under his body, but that didn’t explain to Soap why he wasn’t a red splatter beneath the trees. He kicked at the pine cones and needles, rummaging detritus around with his boot. He held his rifle in both hands just in case this strangely placed grove of evergreens (he should be in Kuwait) was full of mysterious enemies. But all he saw was the imprint of where he’d opened his eyes, laying on his back on the forest floor and looking up at an overcast sky.

“...Fuckin’ weird,” he mumbled to himself. Soap turned and shouldered his rifle, carrying it loosely as he walked on the balls of his feet. He wasn’t really following a direction; he couldn’t see the sun well enough to tell time or direction and there was no sign of the helicopter.

They’d just been flying over Kuwait. It was routine, just a pickup of some intel that was traded. He’d been chatting with the sergeant about the flight and then...he was on the ground.

Soap’s boots crushed pine needles and the aroma of clean, crisp air made his nose ache a bit with the cold. He wasn’t dressed for it; he’d been dressed for Kuwait, not for camping in the woods. Was it getting darker? It would undoubtedly be colder when night fell and though he was certified in survival, he didn’t want to sleep outside.

At first when he moved through the thinning trees he thought he saw the sun. But as Soap approached the open, rolling green hills he realized it was actually getting darker, the sun was setting amidst the trees behind him, and the light he was seeing was several smaller lights flickering in a large, sprawling fort. It squatted among smaller buildings, its towers low and fat over the stone walls. It looked like something distinctly european, which meant he couldn’t be in Kuwait.

His gun lowered as he stared at the strange fort in the distance, puzzled.

Location: The Wolfswood forest about a mile from Winterfell.

Time: Later afternoon, autumn (winter is coming).

You are: Anyone! A wildling, a Night's Watchman, a noble, or something else.

He is: Sergeant John 'Soap' MacTavish.

Circumstances: He was magically transported here.

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Winterfell is the ancestral castle and seat of power of House Stark and is considered to be the capital of the north. It is in the center of the northernmost province of the Seven Kingdoms, on the kingsroad that runs from Storm's End to the Wall. The castle is situated at the eastern edge of the wolfswood, north of the western branch of the White Knife and Castle Cerwyn. Winterfell is south of the northern mountains and southwest of Long Lake, one hundred leagues (three hundred miles) southeast of Deepwood Motte.

The castle of Winterfell.