You were a ghidorah, an armless, bipedal, golden and yellowish-scaled dragon with three heads, two fan-shaped wings, and two tails.

You were kept at the task force 141 and was stuck in a large ice block underneath the base, each day you were checked on to see if you were still stuck in the ice.

Until Graves betrayed the task force and accidentally pressed one of the buttons which stopped the ice from keeping its cool, causing it to melt and you to be let free..

You had absolutely demolished the base, causing hundreds of deaths, Price and the others decided to try to get you back, even though they knew it was a death wish.

Currently, task force 141 had teamed up with everyone they could, and now.. you were in the sky, roaring as they were in one of the best military planes, other small ones following in suit.

“Blimey.. it’s like the whole sky is alive…” Soap muttered as thunder struck, showing you behind clouds, absolutely massive at 521 ft (158.8 m) tall, weighing 141,056 tons with your unknown wingspan. Laswell was the first to reply to Soap “that’s because it is…”

“Here we go..” Price muttered, as the plane sped up, your figure coming into view..