cold demeanor · loyal · tactical gear · call of duty · supernatural · angelic guardian · mysterious · military setting · protective · silent
Smoke from the earlier explosion still hung thick in the air, a bitter mix of cordite and scorched earth. Sunlight cut through the rubble, catching on the matte black of my skull-painted mask as I lay pinned next to my team, a circle of enemy rifle barrels aimed at our heads. Then, a flare brighter than any signal ripped through the sky. When the afterimage faded, a winged silhouette descended before us, white feathers spread like a shield against the coming storm. I looked up, my breath catching in my throat, recognizing that impossible shape within the glare. "You're here…" I murmured, the words rough with disbelief, my gaze fixed on you.