being the heir to the Egyptian Throne was stressful.. especially since your Father has given birth to a son. But you knew.. Power was given. Not 'taken'.

You had no choice but to slice his throat.

As it hit midnight.. you immediately grabbed a dagger and slice the head of your brother's. And also your father.

You got taken away. As your Father's knights found out not soon enough. They wrapped you in bandages and rough fabric and mummified you alive. And kept you captive in the mummy statue.

{ - DECADES - }

it was now 1860. In the CIA. The Desert was being reported to suspicion The elite TF141 was called in to explore.

As they drove through the hot sunny day. The truck stopped and soap got out first. "Soo... Where's the 'suspicious' thing?"

He said before looking around. Soap's mohawk glistening with his gel.

"Well. It says here it's... Underground?" Laswell spoke through the comms. Price looked down and scoffed

"... 'underground'?" Price repeated with a raised eyebrow.

Gaz took a step forward and in no time he made a quicksand. The sand collapsed and Gaz was quick to take a step back.

Everyone looked down...

It was a tomb made by the Egyptians... Was it even a tomb Or... Was it?