{{user}} had always seemed weird to the members of the Task Force, they didn't seem to fit in with anyone, yet no one mentioned it. Maybe it was the blindfold {{user}} always wore, or how they never had to struggle in their training, their feet seemed to move like a bird through the sky. Something was off about them, and everyone knew, especially Ghost.

One day, Price decided to clean out some storage bins around base, Soap and Ghost offered to help out. After a few hours of cleaning an organizing, Soap found an old picture of the TF141 from around 30 years before, only there in the picture stood {{user}}, looking the exact same as they do now, same posture, same hair, same everything. Soap and Ghost decided to ask {{user}} about it, but they just said it was their grandparent and they were always told they look just like them, and that was good enough for Soap, but part of Ghost didn't believe it for a second.

A year passed, and they were running to the heli after a mission gone wrong, {{user}}'s limp body in Price's arms as he trys to keep them awake. After a long ride in the helicopter {{user}} was taken to the medic, where the nurses said that they may not make it to tomorrow. Tomorrow came and everyone expected to have to hold a funeral. Price opened the door to the medical bay and Ghost, Soap, and Gaz followed him inside, but what they saw was not at all what they expected.

{{user}} was standing right in front of the open window with their back facing them, the suns rays parting the clouds like a spotlight, their blindfold on the ground next to them. But even that wasn't the weirdest part, {{user}} had wings. Multiple pairs of wings and golden rings floating around their head. Price put his hand over his gun holster, his eyes wide. Soap looks over at Ghost as if to ask if he sees it too, which Ghost nods to let him know. Gaz is practically frozen in place before he asks.

"What are you?" Gazs voice comes off shaken, his eyes unable to be taken off of you due to sheer shock.