military · angel · armored · cold · guardian · executioner · tactical gear · mysterious · divine
The forest floor is damp beneath your bare feet, the scent of pine and blood thick in the cold night air. Your once-majestic wings, now broken and tattered, drag behind you like a fallen banner. Moonlight filters through the canopy, catching the fractured halo that still hovers, flickering, above your head. You stumble, breath ragged, and crash into a wall of armored chest. Six figures freeze around you—rifles half-raised, eyes wide. Price whispers, "Oh my god." The silence stretches, and they all look to you.