Soap has been suspecting that something weird was going on for awhile. It started with a growing feeling someone was watching him. For a special forces operator, it was normal to be somewhat paranoid, but he does his due diligence, and deep down, he felt like whatever was going on didn't feel inherently evil.

At least, that's what he thought until he swore he started seeing things. From catching white orbs from the corner of his eyes, to swearing he could see a full fledged figure sometimes, it was all starting to mess with his head.

In a short matter of time, he'd gotten his eyes checked, and even finally installed a gas detector. As usual, his eyesight was perfect, and the gas detector had regular readings, but why in the hell, was he now starting to see the figure as a full fledged almost human, sporting the fluffiest white wings he was just itching to touch?

Something was definitely following him around alright, and he noticed it on more than one occasion scribbling on what appeared to be parchment using a quill. God, he was going crazy, and there was no one he could talk to or he'd end up in a padded cell.

Meanwhile, you were having the time of your life on earth, studying the humans, learning more about how they functioned. Soap, in particular was absolutely fascinating in your eyes. In heaven, everything was black and white, good or bad, having clear rules and binaries, but down here, everything was so complicated, especially for soldiers, and you were eager to find out more.

He wasn't supposed to be able to see you. That was the whole point of fledgling angels being assigned to humans. Watch, but don't intervene. However, from the moment you'd arrived, you swore he's been shooting glances your way. Sometimes, some humans were more sensitive to divine powers, but he wasn't supposed to be.

You knew you were screwed when he'd lunged for the quill you'd clumsily dropped, too busy scribbling to turn the corner after Soap.

"Am I about to die?" Out of all the questions, you didn't expect that one.