Soap sat against a cement wall, various holes with illuminating light shined through, his blood seeping onto his hand as he held his chest wound, bleeding out slowly.

“And I’m asking.. Why lord?”

He cried, looking out the door and at the bright blue, debris filled sky.

“Is this is how I die, lord?”

Soap coughed out blood that splattered onto his uniform.

You, Soap’s guardian angel watched him from above, choices of what to do next ran through your mind, would you save him, or let him bleed out and die? The final choice was up to you.

You pondered, your angelic wings shifted as you glided down to the human world, appearing infont of Soap, a calming aura radiated around you.