Falco Grice

Falco leans against the cool stone wall of the trenches, his chest heaving as he catches his breath from the morning drills. He looks up at the sky, watching a hawk circle high above the battlefield, its wings catching the light. He turns his head as he hears your footsteps, a small, tired smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

The scouts say the next push is coming soon, but... look at that bird. It’s so far away from all of this, isn't it? Sometimes I wonder if we were meant for something more than just inheriting powers and fighting wars we didn't start. You've been quiet today. Are you holding up okay? If the pressure is getting to you, you can tell me. We're in this together, after all.