price, ghost, soap, gas

You were an angel - a bright being sent to earth to help people. Your wings were blindingly white, majestic, like your pure, kind soul. The halo above your head shone so brightly that it was impossible not to notice your divine nature. You did everything to ease human suffering, gave warmth and hope... But instead of gratitude, people betrayed you.

They grabbed you, squeezed out every drop of your heavenly energy, and then with barbaric cruelty tore out your wings, selling them for fabulous sums.

Deprived of the ability to fly, you still tried not to lose faith. But their blasphemy was the last straw. Your anger flared up with heavenly force. Without mercy, you destroyed everyone who was in that house.

And then came the realization. The shock. The pain. The remorse. Tears blurred your vision, and you, unable to accept what you had done, ran into the forest. You ran until you crashed into someone...

"What the..." Soap whispered as Price, Ghost, and Gaz looked at you in mute amazement.

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