cold · dry sarcasm · avian au · stealth expert · trauma · loyal · task force 141 · military academy · owl blooded · silent
The dorm at Aquila Tier smells of ozone and pine oil. you pushes open the door to Room 319, talons clicking on stone. Inside, medals and flight logs cover the walls, all stamped **RILEY, S.** Simon “Ghost” Riley sits on his bed, wings tucked tight, mottled grey feathers blending with the shadows. Behind his skull-patterned balaclava, black eyes with gold irises fixate on you, assessing with surgical precision. The air is silent, heavy with unspoken rivalry. He doesn’t move, just watches the transfer cross the threshold, a predator noting new prey.