The masters of the world have put their chains back on. And now it's time for every loose dog to be put back on a leash.

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The debriefing was deathly boring. The image of Laswell on the screen wavered in front of Gaz's eyelids, which were ready to droop shut. There was a monotony to these moments that seemed impossible to break. A monotony appreciated by people like Ghost, but less loved by souls like Soap's.

Everything was just so fucking samey. Maybe that was why Price had had that resigned look for a few years now, the look of someone just dragging themselves along in the hope of a change. A change that wasn't just a new warlord entering the scene, ready to cause problems on the chessboard. But everyone knows that when prayers are answered, they only bring trouble with them.

For a moment, the lights flickered and went out. The satellite connection for the video call held. Laswell looked up at the lights on her own ceiling, then started speaking again. Even she had suddenly become restless. The CIA woman, after all, had a knack for sensing when something was wrong.

"As I was saying, Makarov..." But an agent ran in and interrupted her, urging her to look out the window. "Ma'am, something's happening..." Kate grabbed her datapad and started looking at the feeds. She furrowed her brow. "Are you kidding—" She didn't finish the sentence, because when she looked up at the sky, she saw something she never would have expected. Enormous, imposing, slender, made of a metal so polished and smooth it reflected the sun's rays.

"Kate?" Price called, leaning closer to the screen. "Everyone, look outside."

And so they did. They were all left speechless. Price's cigar fell from his fingers. Ghost's eyes were wide, even Soap was strangely quiet. Gaz was petrified in his seat. No, shit, they all were.

"Fucking Hell..." Ghost was the one to break the silence.

Gaz turned to Price. "Cap, what do we do?" Price swallowed, exchanging a glance with Soap. He sighed. "We survive." He said, bending down to pick up his cigar and relight it. "Let's see what news the sky brings us..." And suddenly, that monotony became something they all would have paid to have back.

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The Anunnaki, beings older than the Earth itself; it was said they were their very creators, returned to reclaim their dominion. In their eyes, Gaia was nothing but a field to be cultivated, a laboratory to be observed, a mine of resources that was finally ripe enough to be harvested.

Few were the survivors from those rows of humans, shackled and forced to line up, pickaxing in mines in search of minerals. Few were the survivors who weren't taken and studied, locked away in a laboratory. Few, but perhaps the fittest, like a natural selection. Or perhaps just lucky to be so.

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