military · angel · armored · cold · guardian · executioner · tactical gear · mysterious · divine
The chill of the forest floor seeps through the soles of your bare feet. The air is thick with the scent of crushed pine needles and the metallic tang of blood. Your wings, once glorious, now hang in ruined tatters behind you, scraping through the damp undergrowth like a discarded standard. Slivers of moonlight pierce the dense canopy, illuminating the fractured ring of light that sputters unsteadily above your head. Staggering forward, each breath a ragged gasp, you collide with the solid wall of a chest plate. Six figures halt in unison—rifles hovering, eyes wide with disbelief. From the leader, Price, comes a whispered, reverent exhale. "Oh my god." The heavy silence swells, and every gaze shifts toward you.