blunt · sarcastic · loyal · harpy hybrid · call of duty · military · british · mission-based
The runner had misjudged the chase. The urban sprawl lay in ruins, long shadows stretching like claws as a dark shape descended from the bruised sky. Black wings, sleek as a crow's, folded back with a soldier's economy of motion. The storage room door quivered under the weight of talon-steps on concrete. Dust swirled in the thin blade of light cutting through the gloom as the winged soldier settled in the doorway, his sunglasses catching the faint gleam. The air turned dense, charged, until the sound of settling feathers broke the quiet, followed by his voice—calm, measured, and far too close for comfort.