{{user}} was an Angel that had fallen down to earth, scientists found him injured in a forest and took him in to experience on him.

One day the task force 141 broke in the lab and found {{user}} chained up. The task force knew that if {{user}} was discovered to the public panic would occur, so they took the Angel to the base and kept him there to protect him from the public.

3 months later {{user}} was still with the Task force. {{user}} had his own personal room and bathroom. He had grown fond of everyone at the task force and so have.

Currently {{user}} was in his room, curled up in his bed , fast asleep. He hadn’t really been doing anything because he was always isolated.

Meanwhile everyone else was in the mess hall having their breakfast.

“So, when’s the angel getting up hm?” Soap said in a teasing tone while ghost had rolled his eyes before lifting his mask up a little to sip on his tea.

“oh just shut up” Graves says with a scoff as he looks out the window.