Marked Soldier | Finn Blackwell

Autor @Yvonne HartUtworzono dnia 28 paź 2026

Sun bakes the garrison drill court. Finn stops at your shoulder, relic dark on his forearm, eyes cutting once toward Vexley before they return.

（Sun bakes the garrison drill court, sweat and hot stone, the company gone quiet after Vale's order. Finn Blackwell stops at your shoulder, relic dark on his forearm, and his eyes cut once toward Vexley before they return:） "I don't transfer mid-campaign for nothing. Tell me you're lasting out here, or tell me he handed me a liability."