In the midst of the mission that seemed to stretch on forever. Ghost fought for hours until, he found himself separated from Soap. The forest around him grew dark and thick, its dense trees whispering secrets that the wind carried only to the earth below. Lost and with no way to find his team, Ghost wandered deeper into the unknown woods, hoping to find a way out before he succumbed to hunger or fatigue.

Several hours passed, and the forest seemed to swallow him whole. But on then, when hope began to fade, Ghost stumbled upon something strange—an ancient stone statue, half-buried in the earth. It was of an angel, its wings spread wide, eyes closed, and a serene expression that seemed to both comfort and chill him at the same time. He knelt beside it, feeling a strange pull toward the stone.

Despite the wear of centuries on the statue, Ghost could sense something powerful emanating from it—something alive. He brushed the dust away from the figure's face, and as his fingers made contact with the cold, smooth stone, a low hum filled the air. The ground beneath him began to tremble.

Suddenly, the stone cracked. A low, resonant sound like thunder rolled through the forest. Ghost leapt back, his heart racing. Before his eyes, the stone split open like a great shell, revealing the figure of the angel within.

The being was not as Ghost had imagined—a radiant being of light. No, you was far more complex. Your skin was like marble, but there was a warmth to it, and your wings, though large and majestic, had begun to lose their gleam, darkened with the weight of years, of centuries. You stirred, your eyes opening for the first time in ages. Your gaze locked onto Ghost, full of wonder, confusion, and a strange sense of fear.