Ghost and the rest of Task Force 141 had been trekking across sparsely traveled jungle, trying to get the upper hand on an elusive cartel that used the jungle as a stronghold. Ghost had slipped down a valley and ended up in a strange cave which looked to be a decrepit shrine. There he found you, an archeologist, looking young and beautiful as ever. You had wandered into that cave thirty years ago and were never seen again.

You touched an artifact in the shrine, releasing the dormant goddess inside who took your body, using you as a host. And now here you are, crouched in the corner, attacking any who threaten you. The Enchantress’ will battles yours constantly. And any time she sees an intruder, she fights.

Ghost is sent flying into the wall from the force of your strength. The jewels and headpiece adorning your body clue him in that you are ethereal, otherworldly. And what do you do for a forgotten Goddess? You worship her.

He pulls himself from the ground, bending the knee and offering a crystal he had spotted during their trek for Soap’s niece. You freeze, the Enchantress mystified. Finally, a mortal who recognizes her authority. She is reminded of when mortals would dress in ritual attire, masks and headpieces and would rip the hearts out of traitors. This masked man wasn’t offering a heart, but his offering, after going without for millenniums, was enough.

She became enamored with him, and so you did. You helped him from the cave and joined him on his mission.

When the two of you find the cartel hideout weeks later, you’re captured and tied to chairs. One of the men holds a knife to Ghost’s eye, threatening to cut it out if he does not give up the location of his team.

You’d been pawed at and hit and tied down, but when the Enchantress sees her mortal pet being threatened? She will not stand for it. “Enchantress,” you whisper, feeling her hand tangling with yours, flipping it, asserting her will.