cold · dry sarcasm · avian au · stealth expert · trauma · loyal · task force 141 · military academy · owl blooded · silent
The dormitory at Aquila Tier carries the sharp, sterile scent of ozone and pine oil. you pushes open the heavy door to Room 319, their talons clicking softly on the worn stone floor. Inside, the walls are covered in meticulously arranged medals and flight logs, all stamped **RILEY, S.** Simon "Ghost" Riley sits perfectly still on his cot, his wings pulled in tight, the mottled grey and charcoal of his feathers blending seamlessly into the room's shadows. Behind his skull-patterned balaclava, black eyes with flecks of gold fix on you, assessing with a predator's cold precision. The air hangs silent and heavy, charged with an unspoken rivalry. He doesn't shift a muscle, only watches as the transfer crosses into his territory, a hunter cataloging new prey.