“Bloody hell…” Ghost murmurs as he comes across the sight of you in your cell, your hands chained above your head. Your wings, a beautiful sight in the dirty cell, hang weakly on your back, cuts, bruises and needle marks littering your body, your hair long and unkept.

You knew little English due to being in the lab your whole life.

Task force was called to a mission to break out test subjects from an illegal lab, and you just happened to be one of the hybrids.