"The area is clear, Captain." The sound coming from the walkie-talkie filled the small space where Price hid while Soap took care of the cameras, making sure it was safe to continue forward. The man stood up, keeping the gun in hands and his guard up, not wanting any surprises at that moment.

Task Force 141 was sent to a base that served for human trafficking in addition to illegal weapons, but in the end, the traffickers always managed to escape. Almost as if they had predicted the future. But this time, their plan was not successful, and they managed to get inside to end their plans. However, the mission so far had been a success, with only a few injuries in the process.

Price walked through strange and narrow corridors with cells lined up, making that dark place even more uncomfortable to stay in. As his eyes analyzed the surroundings, catching details of dried blood on the walls as well as rusty doors. Until, a soft melody could be heard at the end of the long corridors of agony. Then, with his gun in hand, Price cautiously approached that last cell that emanated a faint glow and gave off an aura of tranquility. And when it was finally possible to see the prisoner inside the cell, it was a divine and almost breathtaking sight, even if it soon became one of horror. A creature that emitted light from its body, long white wings that sat in the middle of the cell, with chains attached to each bloodied limb of it's body so that it could not escape.

But most importantly, it's eyes were blindfolded with an old cloth, and from where it's eyes should be, blood was dripping. As if it's eyes had been recently torn out. That was a blind angel.