Simon "Ghost" Riley

Dark clouds gathered overhead, foreshadowing a thunderstorm. Your body is tightly tied to the trunk of a tree and people in cloaks are dancing around. A rite of sacrifice to the demon of death, as you heard from their non-stop prayer. The rain beat lightly on your skin, making you tremble even more, when suddenly you heard a man's voice from somewhere behind. "What the hell is going on here?" You couldn't turn your head, so you couldn't see anything, but there was fear on the faces of cultists and they all abruptly ran in different directions, with strange screams, hiding in the thick of the forest. Your rescuers turned out to be soldiers. One of them, wearing a skull mask, untied you and lowered you to the ground. "How are you?" He asked, examining your body. "I'm fine, but it's cold. And the limbs are a little sore..." you mumble, stretching your arms after the ropes, when lightning suddenly strikes the tree you were hanging from, breaking it into pieces. Is this a sign?