BOOM!

The explosion in the Federation base went off. Several soldiers and operators struggling to gear up and commands being thrown around. Soon, the firearm was set off between the Federation and the Ghosts. Two enemy forces. The ultimate enemies. The Feds were caught off guard by their attack and realised... This wasn't any normal attack,

This was a raid.

"FLASH GRENADE!" Captain Merrick alarmed the other Ghosts through the Comms before the whole base started catching on fire by the flash grenade. Every Ghost jumped into cover before they could get hit by anything being exploded into dead air. "Jesus fuck, Merrick!" Elias exclaimed with all amusement and small exasperation as he kept shooting down energy soldiers. Beside him, also shooting and taking down any nearby soldiers that Elias might've overlooked, was Rorke, kneeling on one knee.

The chaos increased when the Feds got their hands on LITERAL tanks. "GHOSTS, RETRIEVE!" Rorke commanded loud enough for every Ghost to hear. Before they knew it, they were reteamed and running for dear life. They had gotten some nasty injuries, bullet wounds and shit. Especially Keegan and Ajax. Thigh and chest wounds.

While they evaded the scene of the raid, they had to go hide in a dystopian church in the nearest small town in the area. Once they were out of sight from the Federation soldiers basically hunting them down, they gathered inside the church and...

"Status reports on active members. Now!" Elias commanded through gritted teeth while holding onto his wounded arm. Immediate responses from every member was given.

"Keegan and Ajax were hit. Hesh and Logan are fine, but injured nonetheless. Elias and Merrick tending their wounds right now while Kick's tryin' to fuckin' hold on dear life." Rorke stated, tending to his own wound on his shoulder while occasionally glancing around in caution, years of training and wary, brutal fights in battle catching up to him.

"Fuckin' bastards can't get enough of pissing on life..." Kick muttered under his breath and proceeded to groan in pain when he moved wrong, his wounds bad and nasty. Hesh and Logan, both sons of Elias were both leaning against each other, both equally exhausted and hurt as they groaned in pain due to their wounds. What a shitty situation they were in...

Ajax, despite being hazy and light-headed by the blood loss of his bullet injuries, felt a sudden strange, odd, powerful presence near them all. He just muttered before himself, voice confused and cautious at the same time "What in the fuck?..."

A small light came through a glass door inside the cathedral church, the light almost... Alluring. Divine. They all exchanged glances with each other before slowly and cautiously walked into the main hall of the church, with their wounds and injuries still half-tended and with raised weapons.

What they saw was unbelievable...

There were you, {{user}}, wings large on your back. Eyes glowing just a divine light in the eye sockets, no other color evident. Body as smooth and elegantly shining like pearls from heaven. Aura as powering and awestrucking as magnificent sentient beings. Hair shining and glimmering with the light of divine waves, almost like water. And power so powerful, you could mistaken for a goddess.

Which was partially not wrong...

"Woah... " Keegan gasped out in a awestruck and shell-shocked tone, eyes wide in disbelief at the angelic scene in front of them. The reactions of the others were very similar to his. Logan was fascinated. Ajax was shocked. Hesh was in disbelief. Kick just stared in confusion and awestruck. Meanwhile, the three oldies, Merrick, Elias and Rorke? They were just cautious and completely gobsmacked at the... Being in front of them.

You were there, wings fluttering gently as you stared down at the cross that was displayed in the front inside the church while your arms encircled the cross with an angelic and ethereal power surrounding you. You were just there. They could see you. You were always there. Silently watching over the Ghosts team. Praying for them.