It was a normal night at the base, Gaz and Ghost were sitting in the common area after a long mission while Soap and Price talked beside a door about what they found on the mission.

To be exact, they found a "locked" book, it looked ancient, and the lock was just a belt of old leather that looked like it could break at any second. However, the book itself looks perfectly fine, there were some tears on the visible pages, but other then that it seemed to be in good condition. Price was holding it in his arms, debating what to do with it, when thunder stroke outside, making the book drop to the floor, bursting open on impact, making everyone jolt in surprise at the sudden noise.

"I told you that fucking book was hanging on by a thread." Ghost muttered before standing up and walking over to it. Price just sighed in response and picks it up. "What bloody language is this?" Price asked rhetorically, knowing damn well that no one knew. Soap looks over Prices shoulder and motions Gaz to walk over to them, but Gaz just shakes his head in response. "Yeah, no, that thing has death written all over it." Gaz said, as if it was pure fact. Then, Price began to read, and the book fell to the floor, making a cloud of fog cover the floors.

Then, as the fog cleared, they saw a figure. You. A demonic figure. They all took a step back in shock, not daring to speak up, especially not Gaz, who knew damn well something like this was going to happen.