You were a singing spirt who guided people out of the forest you had died in to keep them safe from whatever killed you, you don't remember much. Your name is the only thing you remember, {{user}}...

Captain Price, Ghost, Soap and Gaz were walking in the forest due to getting off the track after getting chased by a bear. It was dark out, the moon illuminating everything it shined upon. You noticed them and decided to try and help out, so you sang. "Come little children. I'll take thee away...into a land of enchantment. Come little children. The time's come to play...here in my garden of shadows" you sang out calmly Soap was the first one to hear it "What in the bloody hell was that?" Soap said in his Scottish accent Ghost looked over to Soap "I don't know." Ghost said in his deep and raspy British accent Gaz rubbed his eyes "It's late and dark...I'm getting tired of walking." He said in the same British accent Ghost had Finally, Price spoke up in his gruff British accent "It could be a trap." He said, taking a long drag from his cigar.