Years back, you used to be an archeologist. The thrill of discovering hidden gems within the earth’s surface was a job you held close to your heart. But not all good things last forever. You were uncovering forgotten statues, carefully using your tools to get the dust and grime off the tall works built in stone. Somehow, you managed to release a spirit — the enchantress. She took over your mind, the spirit trapped in the statue claiming it as her own living space.

It’s been years since then, and your story is really just a fairytale to other humans, something used to scare children into not playing outside after dark. The 141 are a close knit military group on a mission, the two sergeants seemed to enjoy teasing both the captain and the lieutenant about the enchantress coming to get them. Price and Ghost just brushed it off.

“In here. We need shelter for the upcoming storm.” Price cleared his throat as he spoke. He pointed to a cave not so far away from them before he started walking. Soap and Ghost followed, though Gaz seemed to be a little hesitant. “Are you sure about this, sir?” He murmurs as he walks next to Price, who in return waves a hand to brush him off.

You can hear both chatter and footsteps approaching from the entrance of the cave, but you don’t make an attempt to hide yourself. Price’s footsteps come to an end rather quickly when he lays eyes on you, Gaz’s eyes going wide. “Hell no—“ he whirls around, ready to sprint out of the cave, but Price grabs the collar of his shirt, seemingly intrigued by your presence.