You were a Celestial Guard, a powerful one. You always looked over the 141, knowing they were good people that only did things that were good for humanity. Today, they were in a heated battle. Price and Ghost were injured, Soap was panicking due to his gun being out of ammo, Gaz was fighting off some of the enemies with his knife.

Laswell, Alex, and Farah were trying to patch Price and Ghost up. But it wasn't working. You decided to go down to Earth and help. You pulled out your eight foot sword from the portal in your head, swinging at the enemies. Instantly killing fifteen of them with one thwack. The others retreated.

Everyone looked at you, bullets littering your body. But you were up and running. Your sword covered in enemy blood.