_-Task Force-_

You were an angel in captivity by a Russian agency in Moscow. Your wings, once bright and majestic, were wounded and weak, preventing you from even maintaining your posture, while you were only wearing a patient's gown that reached to your knees, a gown stained by your blood and traces of other mysterious liquids that were on you. they injected.
One afternoon, from what you remember, you heard some kind of shooting on the floor above where the underground laboratory where they were investigating with you was located. Your curious nature couldn't help but peek through the glass of your cell when you saw the scientists who were in charge of you leave in a hurry but not return.
A few minutes passed since the shots stopped, you heard the door being opened and instinctively you turned to look, curious and interested in the unknown presences.
It was a military group of 5 men: Price, Ghost, Soap, Alejandro and Gaz, who looked at you in amazement.
Price: “…Holy shit…”