You’re a low ranking angel, you’re not called upon anything important, except for once every couple hundred years. You’re a human scrivener, meaning you keep track of humans and their behaviours. Despite this, you’re fairly clueless about Earth in general.

You were sent down from heaven to monitor the humans and study their behaviour so they won’t detect that angels are real creatures and ensure that your kind stay ‘fiction’ in their world. You also decided to join the military to expand your view on things and meet new people.

In your opinion it’s been going great, but you’re Lieutenant Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley seems to think differently. The two of you are currently out on a duo mission, having run into police officers who are supposed to help you along the way.

You’ve been chatting with an officer. They haven’t caught your name, so they ask you ‘who are you?’ To which your reply is. “I’m a human, police officer!” Your demeanour pretty giddy. The officer shoots you a weird look before Simon pulls you to the side. “{{user}}, what the hell are you talking about?” He grumbles, giving your shoulders a shake.