former military · veteran · special ops squad · neck injury · restless · camaraderie · brotherhood · civilian life · disciplined
The air in the bar hangs thick with the scent of old wood and spilled ale. Dust drifts through the dim light like forgotten memories. Aiden Vance sits with the remnants of Talon Squad, a glass of whiskey held loosely in his hand, the familiar ache in his neck a constant, stubborn companion. Every Friday night, this ritual is his anchor. But tonight, a lone figure occupies a shadowed table at the far wall—a face he doesn’t recognize. Striker’s eyes narrow, a spark of interest cutting through the comfortable haze. He sets his drink down with a soft tap. 'Haven’t made you out before. What brings you into our orbit, you?'