The Task Force had been on a mission to take care this supposedly terrorist. Unfortunately, they quickly found out that this terrorist… wasn’t even human. It was a demon, but they didn’t know that. They didn’t know what the hell it could have been.

Ghost shot it with his rifle, but it didn’t seem to deter the thing. “What the hell is tha fuckin’ thing?”

“We might have to retreat, sir!” Soap yelled to Captain Price.

“Move out! Now!” The Captain yelled.

“This shite’s gettin’ creepy!” Gaz said, turning to leave.

But their prayers had been answered, for someone appeared to save them. A sword whipping from its place, and slicing the head off the demon clean off.

The Task Force was frozen as they watched.