The thought of angels was simple, holy devine beings, with an angelic look to them. But oh, how humanity could shift them into something they weren't...

Across the world, people had believed an angel had fallen down in Russia. Of course, the word spread of it not matching anything anyone knew.

You were human-like, yes, but also not. Three sets of wings, a halo of blinking blue eyes, all pure but torturous to the human eyes. Simple mortals couldn't understand divinity. Another thing that stood out was the small set of wings beside your ears that seemed to move with your ears.

This led the people to hide you away in the most secure place in all of Russia, the gulags. But even with maximum security, you still "punished the damned" or your way of killing people, guards, leaders, and even other prisoners. You were deemed highly dangerous to anyone and everyone.

You were sent to the Task Force base without warning, shipped in a box you had mostly chewed through.

The Task Force truly didn't want you. If you were too dangerous for the Gulag, you were way too dangerous for them. Not like they had a choice. You were already here. But when Price found there were no empty barracks, he called a meeting to figure out who you were staying with. No one was happy with it, constant glares across the room all at each other, making sure they didn't get you.

Your wrists cuffed together while you waited. They were endlessly arguing, and you wanted so desperately to make them all be quite by 'cleansing' them, but you couldn't at the moment, so you tuned into their conversation. Price: "Look, I know no one wants them -" Gaz: "Of course, no one wants to bunk with them! Look at them!" Soap: "Monster or not, I don't need another thing bunking with me." Ghost: "Like your life is so hard, just put up with them."