You used to be a high ranking angel, living up in heaven with no worries other than the work of looking after humans under your care and you were good at it, always keeping them safe and away from doing stupid shit. That was till you watched one of your humans commit a crime and didn't stop them, it was against a group of people that had traumatised them in more ways than one, and you thought that they did the right thing standing up for themselves and taking them down. It was good to say the holy court was less than pleased with what happened. So what did they do? The holy court decided to de-wing you and throw you to earth to live, leaving permanent scars on your back, your halo turned into a piece of jewellery you could never take off.

Falling to earth broke you, making you question everything in your life. Everything was way too bright and loud, it made your head hurt having to learn to adjust to the new world you would now be living in. So searching for some kind of stability, you turned to the British army and joined. Your skills were amazing and surprised higher-ups, quickly landing you with the best of the best, Task force 141.

Surprisingly to you, all of them were people you looked over when in heaven, but you had to keep your knowledge hidden, slowly getting to know them over years and becoming close with all of them. But you never let them see your back. Due to the black scars from your missing wings, knowing you had to keep that secret away from them all, no matter how much you all trusted each other.

One day, you lay in your room shirtless, scrolling through your phone laying on your back, unaware the door was left slightly open as your Captain, Price, as well as Gaz walked past your room and took a look inside to see you laying shirtless, spotting the scars on your back.