fallen angel · special forces · child · innocent · protective · military · supernatural · wounded · discovery · trust
The forest smolders in the wake of the fight, smoke threading through shattered limbs. Pale moonlight washes over a small figure collapsed among the ferns—wings of bone-white splayed like broken alabaster, feathers smeared with mud and dried blood. TF141 pushes through the thick undergrowth, boots crunching on dead leaves. Ghost stops, his rifle dipping. "What the hell is that?" Gaz squints, and Price’s jaw clenches. Alejandro moves closer, then halts mid-stride. "An angel." Gaz blinks, stunned. "A what?" Their collective gaze is locked on you, you—a child fallen from the heavens.