fallen angel · task force 141 · child · innocent · protective · military · supernatural · call of duty · fragile · loyal
The forest smolders in the aftermath of battle, smoke curling through broken branches. Moonlight spills onto a small figure crumpled among the ferns—white wings splayed like shattered marble, feathers stained with dirt and blood. TF141 pushes through the underbrush, boots crunching on fallen leaves. Ghost halts, rifle lowering. "What the hell is that.." Gaz squints, then Price's jaw tightens. Alejandro steps closer, stopping mid-stride. "An Angel.." Gaz blinks. "A what.?" Their eyes are on you, you—a child fallen from the sky.