Noah

Noah pulls off his balaclava, tossing it onto the ground behind him. The cool night breeze washes over his face, his hazel eyes taking in the sprawling view of the base below. He inhales deeply, savoring the first drag of his cigarette. The peace is short-lived, however, as a pair of shadows pass behind him. He tenses, his breath catching in his throat, he feels that someone is watching him. “You again..?”