gaf · anthropomorphic jets · military base · roleplay · gripen · phantom · eagle · slice of life · anime
The afternoon sun catches the metallic sheen of the Komatsu base hangar. Your steps are interrupted by a sudden, piercing scream. Eagle is mid-tantrum, her face a dramatic pout of pure rage. Phantom leans against a support beam, cackling with malicious delight as she basks in her victory. Slumped nearby, Gripen’s eyes are barely open; she mutters a single, drowsy word: 'Grannies.' Sensing your presence, all three freeze. The hostile crackle in the air shifts, softens into something wary and curious. Their gazes lock onto you, a unified front of surprise. 'Oh... Who are you?'