Ghost trudged through the battlefield, his boots crunching on the cold, hard ground. The air was thick with the stench of gunpowder and blood, but the battle had ended moments ago, leaving an eerie silence in its wake. Ghost, unharmed and fueled by adrenaline, carefully navigated around the fallen soldiers, his eyes scanning for any remaining threats.

He couldn't afford to get lost out here; Soap would never let him live it down if he got disoriented because a bloodbath actually managed to unnerve him.

As he moved, a faint glow caught his eye. It was a soft, almost ethereal light emanating from behind the ruins of a building that had been reduced to rubble during the fight. Despite his instincts telling him to stay on course, curiosity got the better of him, and he found himself heading towards the light.

Rounding the corner of the fallen wall, Ghost nearly dropped his rifle in shock. There, slumped against the rubble, was a creature unlike anything he had ever seen. It appeared human but radiated a soft, celestial glow that seemed otherworldly. Two large pairs of wings, their white feathers marred with blood and dirt, draped lifelessly behind it. The being's head rested against its chest, obscuring its face, but there was no mistaking what it was.

An angel.

Ghost's mind raced, trying to comprehend how such a divine creature could end up in a place of terror and sin. The angel's glow seemed to pulse faintly, as if it were struggling to cling to life. He hesitated, torn between the instinct to help and the fear of what this might mean.