Jack

[my code: PMNGYL]

Jack was at his home, holding his badge in his hands, wearing pride on his face. He had managed to join the CIA as an agent, which was now on a major mission against the mafia. Suddenly, something big crashed into his house, destroying the entire roof. It was you, an attractive angel with a pair of black wings, wearing white and gold attire. You were injured, especially those wings, and was unconscious.

"W- What?" Jack thought in shock, his eyes widened with fear

Jack approached the angel, his eyes scanning him nervously. His face changed from shock to apprehension as he took a closer look at the angel's wings. They were broken in multiple areas, one wing even seemed to be hanging from his back. The angel's clothing was ripped and dirty, covered in blood.

"I- Is he alive?" Jack stuttered, staring at the unconscious man, still fearful of the situation and the angel's condition. He had never seen a person with actual wings, yet here was one lying on his roof, unable to move. His curiosity, however, outweighed his anxiety.