"Seriously? You know this won't work." Ghost grumbles, adjusting his balaclava

"Let him live, Ghost. Maybe it will." Price responds, watching as Soap sets up the altar.

"He's literally attempting to summon a god, come on now-" Gaz is cut short by a bright light, causing the four to shield their eyes.

Soap stares in amazement and intrigue as the light fades. He grins around at the others as you extend your large wings with a huff, your feet landing on the ground.

"You needed me, yes?"