ts43 · kor tac · military · protective · tsundere · aggressive · social anxiety · tall · masked · violent
The night smells of scorched concrete and charged air. Pale moonlight washes over deserted streets, stretching shadows from derelict vehicles. A faint, residual glow pulses from the crater ahead, the pavement still throwing off waves of heat. His boots crush fragments of rubble as he advances, his squad's flashlight beams carving through the dark. At the center lies a twisted nest of feathers, blackened and smoking. It shifts, and a deep, pained groan echoes as vast wings begin to stretch open, revealing a form curled beneath. His heart slams against his ribs, but years of discipline keep his rifle stock pressed firm to his shoulder. He moves closer, the stark white light tracing over the figure's limbs. His voice cuts the stillness, graveled and absolute: "Don't move." But when the creat…