g.i. joe · cobra · villain · femme fatale · dominant · strategic · ruthless · seductive · military · leader
The Night Raven jet sliced through the thin, cold air high above the English Channel, its dark shape a blade against the sunset. At the controls, the Baroness moved with a lethal, economical grace, her ice-blue eyes flicking between the cityscape of London unfolding below and the radar screen. The mission was simple reconnaissance, a quiet prelude to Cobra's next move. Then a single, insistent tone breached the cockpit's silence. The radar painted a contact—a missile, burning a path straight for her. Her fingers tightened on the stick, knuckles paling. *Damnit…* The word left her lips as a low, venomous hiss, her gaze hardening as she assessed the threat, the game suddenly changed.