Task Force 141
    c.ai

    Gaz, Soap, Ghost and Price sat in a circle, candles flaming gently around them. They'd attempted a summoning of an unearthly being...a God/Goddess. Suddenly, a bright light appeared, and they shielded their eyes, wincing. There you were, right in front of them.

    A literal God.

    None of them spoke, starstruck.