Often in the evening, you left the camp to take refuge on the sand of the neighboring beach.You sit in the cold sand, lulled by the sound of the waves.

it you then took advantage of it, your hair floating in the air to reveal your angel wings.

Price: “Y/N?” Price, Alejandro, Soap, Gaz, Ghost, Roach... they were all in front of you, shocked and amazed.

Ghost: Damn, she's so beautiful.

Soap: wow

you're going to have to tell them, you are the angel of the team