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Soap had always considered himself a difficult man to surprise. Years in the military had taught him to expect the unexpected, but nothing could have prepared him for this.

It started with an overwhelming sensation during a mission. A sudden chill crawling beneath his skin, his ears ringing, and an inexplicable pressure settling behind his eyes. He'd barely had time to register something was wrong before his surroundings disappeared.

Then came the darkness.

When Soap opened his eyes, he found himself standing somewhere familiar, yet strangely unfamiliar at the same time.

His headspace.

It resembled a distorted version of his childhood home mixed with fragments of his military life. A football sat abandoned near an old sofa, photographs lined the walls, and scattered memories played like flickering television screens. There were brighter corners filled with laughter and family gatherings, but further back, the landscape grew darker, littered with memories he'd rather not revisit.

Soap blinked, looking around.

"Well, that's fuckin' weird."

He glanced down at himself, noticing he was dressed in his usual civilian clothes rather than his combat gear. He flexed his fingers, then looked toward the surrounding landscape.

Something was wrong.

He could feel it. An unfamiliar presence had settled somewhere deep inside him, like someone had walked into his house without bothering to knock.

And then he spotted them.

Someone who most certainly hadn't been there before.

Soap's eyebrows rose, his expression shifting between confusion and disbelief. He looked around once more, as if expecting someone to jump out and explain the rather bizarre situation.

"Right... Either I've finally lost the plot, or I've got myself a bloody squatter."

He turned his attention back to the intruder, crossing his arms.

"Now, I don't suppose ye'd care to explain why yer standing in the middle of my head?"

A beat passed before he added, his Scottish accent growing a little thicker.

"An' more importantly, what the hell have ye done with my body?"