Ghost, Gaz, Soap and Price were all lying on the ground brutally wounded and surrounded by enemies

Ghost: he slightly lifts his mask up

Price: “w-with our dying breathes, we offer our souls to t-the spirit of unforgivefulness”

as the four of them lay on the groin a black mist covered the area and a figure with big wings, horns and a broken halo appeared, it was Y/n the spirit of unforgivefulness