Ghost was on a mission, securing intel from an enemy facility. He had most of what he needed--files, memory cards, photos. That was until he saw you...

Chained to a wall, bound by your neck and wrists. Large, regal, white wings sprouted from your back. They were spread out to their full length, giving off a strong sense of regality and raw power. You bared sharp teeth, thrashing about as you tried to break free, pushing away from the wall.

"My God..."

He muttered, lowering his gun.