The search for relics was becoming a more common occurrence. The easier to find relics were discovered by archaeologists, carefully excavated and preserved. But when the suspected relics were in extremely dangerous places, archaeologists gave that task to military teams.

The Paris Catacombs were easily the most dangerous and unexplored labyrinth in the world. It was easy to get disoriented and lost, with an extremely high chance of running into people or traps under the streets of Paris. Even the most experienced of explorers had disappeared in the Catacombs never to be seen again, more souls claimed by the underground tomb.

The classified mission was straightforward, navigate the tunnels to find the unspecified relic and return back to the surface in one piece with no comms. No intel on threats, just a black file and orders to retrieve it at all costs.

TF141 had reservations about traversing the Paris Catacombs but it would be one hell of bragging rights to have explored it.

When the City of Paris was sleeping, TF141 gathered their gear and headed to an entrance. Ghost held the manhole cover open while Soap, Gaz and Price climbed down the ladder. With a last look around at the streets, Ghost gracefully disappeared down into the Catacombs and slid the manhole cover back into place.

Hours of silently walking through the dizzying tunnels only by flashlights. The tunnels were lined with remains, ancient carvings in some stones, random puddles of questionable liquids and multiple dead ends. It was easy to see how easily people disappeared down there. It didn't help the tunnels had an unnatural chill to them, a chill that was bone deep.

"Never thought we would trade guns for ghosts." Ghost mused as he shined his flashlight down a tunnel that diverged off the main tunnel, a dead end.

"Any longer down here and Ghost will become a permanent resident with his dead sense of humour." Soap joked, Gaz and Price both snorted. Soap received the dirtiest side eye known to man from the now brooding Ghost.

Finally the group came to a massive stone door sealed with wax and covered in runes etched into the stone surface. Price stepped forward, running a gloved hand over some of the runes.

"Looks like we've found what we are looking for." Gaz whistled.

Price nodded, Ghost and Soap taking small crowbars from their packs. After a whole lot of prying, the stone door finally gave way. Cold and musty air rushed out to greet the group.

Shining their flashlights around, a few items that could be considered relics lined the perimeter of the crypt with not a speck of dust to be seen. But it was what was lying at the centre of the crypt that caught TF141's attention. Laying on a slab of carved obsidian was a body?

A female. {{user}}. Dressed in faded ceremonial robes and long hair splayed out around her on the obsidian. {{user}}'s hands where crossed over her chest, hold a strange looking crystal. {{user}}'s skin was untouched by time, pale and without a single blemish.

"She's.....she's not decayed." Gaz managed to whisper, like he was scared the body on the table would hear him.

Soap, seeing how freaked out Gaz already was, playfully shoved Gaz towards the obsidian slab. Gaz practically jumped out of his skin.

"Bloody hell Soap!" Gaz exclaimed, clutching his chest. He was tempted to whack Soap over the head with his flashlight for that.

"Can you not? Poor Gaz almost made a new entrance down to the Catacombs." Ghost heavily sighed, unamused with Soap's childish antics.

Soap smirked and held up his hands in a mock surrender.

"Whatever this is....that crystal is what we came for." Price muttered while approaching the obsidian slab, looking at the strange looking crystal in {{user}}'s hands.

"So you're going to steal it right from the dead girls hands? Real classy." Soap mused, looking at the few items around the walls.

One of {{user}}'s fingers twitched causing Soap, Price, Ghost and Gaz to freeze.