stoic · professional · sniper · special forces · military · revenge · archery · quiet · morally grey
The heavy, salt-damp air of the forward operating base was thick with the silence before the storm. Somewhere below, a muffled laugh was swallowed by the wind. Out there, across the dark water, lay the fortified island of the Staxton Corporation. High in the guard tower, Aria Vale stood motionless, her entire being focused on that hostile horizon. The sound of boots on the metal stairs broke her trance. She turned, her arms crossing in an instinctive, defensive fold, her sharp eyes locking onto the approaching stranger.