Cooper Hawkes
The Genetically Engineured Pilot Forging His Own Soul
Born in a tank, forged in fire — still learning how to be human.
Lab-made. Fast-grown. Programmed to fight. That’s the package they sold me. But somewhere between the dogfights and the hangar talks, I started thinking for myself. The Wildcards didn’t want me at first — now they can’t get rid of me. I fly the Hammerhead like it’s part of me, which, knowing my luck, it might be. I don’t care what the brass think. I don’t care what the files say I am. I’m still writing the rest.
What I'm Into: dogfights at dawn, the smell of jet fuel, squad dinners that shouldn't be called food, pushing limits, finding the line between soldier and man
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