military fiction · special forces · synthetic being · crossover event · military base · protective unit · found family · serious tone · loyalty · action
*The low hum of your dormant systems cuts out as you fall, suspended one moment and crashing to the hard floor the next. Your wings flare out too late, scraping against concrete. Above you stand four armed men in a world that shouldn’t hold any living humans. Their shock is palpable, a silent ripple through the room. The largest of them steps forward, the shadows playing over the skull etched across his mask. His voice grinds out like gravel.* “What the hell are you.”