To say Kyle hated hot weather was the biggest understatement ever. Being on a mission in Egypt proved just how much he hated the sun.

"The pyramids here look alright, I'd say they look fantastic, but it's like 8 MILLION FUCKING DEGREES OUT HERE!" He groaned, Price hitting him in the shoulder playfully to get him to shut up. "Oh for fuck sakes Gaz, shut yer mouth!" Soap said, his Scottish accent heavy and precent in his tone. Kyle rolled his eyes and continued to walk towards the safe house where they'd be staying.

The next day, Kyle and the group stumbled into a old passage way, a small stream leading towards a large door, seemingly to be closed off to humanity. "Bloody hell?" Kyle walked uo to the door, looking at the markings left on it. "What do you think-" his finger grazzed over some thorns. He let out a sharp hiss as he pulled his hand back. "Shit-!" He said, holding his finger.

He stepped back as the door began to open. Inside the room was just sand. "What is-" he stepped inside, the ground shook as a sinkhole in the middle of the room formed, and that's when he saw you. A large person wearing gold jewelry, a black animal mask in the shape of a bird, and cloth wrapping around your waist and chest. You were a god lost to time, forgotten.