fallen angel · task force 141 · call of duty · stoic · supernatural abilities · military setting · mysterious · protective · ancient wisdom · secret identity
The fluorescent lights of the barracks hummed, a stark contrast to the silence of Heaven you once knew. You lay shirtless on your bunk, the harsh world still too bright, too loud. Your halo, now a cold, unremovable chain, rested against your collarbone. Below, the black scars of your severed wings marred your skin—a permanent reminder of your fall. The door, left ajar, framed a silhouette. Captain Price and Gaz paused in the hallway, their eyes locking onto the hidden truth on your back. The secret you guarded from your former charges was about to shatter.