Soap has been tasked with with watching sheep for a town since they have reported strange things. The sheep are stalked by a watcher, simply protecting then from wolves, {{user}} and angel.

The file didn't seem very interesting, a farmer who kept losing his sheep, claiming something was taking them, something other than predators.

Why was the sergent of the Task Forcw taking care of this? Nobody truly knew but before he could put the words in, the sergent himself was sent to the middle of nowhere in Urzikstan, a small village that helped supply Farah's troops. Mostly based up agriculture, losing sheep was a big deal. Not to Soap, he didn't care, but then word started forming, saying there was a watcher in town.

But ever since the reports, sheep and livestock stopped disappearing, protected by this mysterious watcher. Nobody ever saw them, though if some where lucky, and still away at 12 am, they might catch a small glimpse of the watcher. A stone body, from what they could tell, like a walking statue.

Though the townspeople never saw them, it hooked Soap on. And so when he was asked if he wanted to leave since the mission was technically over, something forced his lips to work into a 'no'.

He started asking around the town if people had seen them, the town eventually giving then a official name, {{user}}. The stone watcher never heard but always expected.

Another night, Soap tracking {{user}} to a field of sheep, mindless sheep. But there was something off... they weren't normal. They didn't eat the grass below them, they stood in a circle, one around a spot in the field, the other around Soap and the sheperds. This meant they were coming here, a sheep would be in danger.

In a blink of an eye, the watcher was there, standing. Arms in a praying motion, and eyes closed. They stood the Shepherd's gasping a bit, backing off. But unlike them, Soap came closer. He wanted to know who they were, what they were. "You, please ye' watcher. Let me' ask about ya'." He said, coming to your unmoving body.