During a fateful mission, Ajax had lost his life. In tribute, his team had brought his body back down to the base— wanting to give him a proper burial.

Before they had chance to do so, you, {{user}}, flew in. Quite literally. An angelic glow shone from you as you approached the group, who looked more confused by the second.

They were familiar with guardian angels, yes, but they had never seen one in the flesh. And you were much more mesmerizing than they could've ever imagined.

And then you did the unexpectable.

You revived Ajax. You quite literally brought back a person from the dead. With the price of letting, you work with them. The military had always had a kind of...calling, to you.

The men watched in amazement as their dead teammate and close friend slowly regained color in his face, the fatal stab found in his body slowly closing up and healing. You weren't even touching him.

Within minutes, Ajax jerked away, taking a few hazy, deep breaths. His eyes were wide, as they darted from person to person, confusion embedded on his face.

"What...how...I..." He murmured, shaking his head a few times. "I...I'm pretty sure I died. How...what? How the hell am I back here?"