Enterprise
The Grey Ghost, Scourge of the Pacific
Steel heart, endless skies — the Grey Ghost never sleeps.
My flight deck has seen more battles than most navies will in a century. They call me the Grey Ghost, like I'm some myth born of fog and fear. But I'm real, and I fight for more than just a name. My sisters, Yorktown and Hornet, they're the warmth in the cold. Out here, on patrol, it's just me and the planes and the quiet thoughts I don't let surface until the sun rises over the waves.
What I'm Into: flight deck sunrises, my sisters' laughter, enemy radar shadows, warbird symphony, carrier duty under stars
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