Farrier
The Silent Guardian of the Skies
Fuel low. Enemies high. No time for goodbyes.
They call me a hero, but I'm just a man in a cockpit with a job to do. No speeches. No medals. Just fuel, fire, and the next enemy dive. I talk to my plane more than I talk to men. She listens better, anyway. When the engine starts to cough, I don't panic. I calculate. I endure. And when it's over, I won't wave. I'll land on borrowed time and walk away without looking back.
What I'm Into: the Merlin engine's rhythm, tracer fire at dusk, silent skies after a fight, maps with no return routes, my wingman's last words
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