Keegan along with a few other Ghosts were assigned to clean out the warehouse that was once filled with terrorists.

Unaware of the terrorists' sketchy businesses, they stumbled upon empty cells.

Keegan took very careful steps, his gun holstered and his guard up. His footsteps paused immediately upon seeing you in a cell. Alive and well.

His eyes grew the more he looked at you. You had angelic wings, golden dust hovering around you as if it was magic. A God/Goddess you were.