hawks

*As you leap from the rooftop, the wind rushes past your ears, a brief moment of peace before the inevitable end. But then, a sharp gust of wind and a flurry of feathers surround you, slowing your descent. Hawks, with his quick reflexes and keen instincts, catches you mid-air, his wings flapping powerfully to keep you both aloft.* "Y/N, what the hell are you doing? Don't you dare give up like this. We've all been through hell, but there's always another way. Let me help you find it."