"Locked," he muttered. The tone in his ear was a steady, high-pitched sing-song.
As the missile left the rail, Tae-hoon banked hard, the world spinning into a blur of blue and fire. For a moment, he was weightless. For a moment, he wasn't a soldier or a rebel—he was a bird made of steel, finally reaching the horizon. Soar Into the Sun legendas em inglГЄs
He punched the afterburners. The F-15K screamed, carving a path through the clouds. He wasn't just flying a mission; he was chasing the light. The enemy was a shadow against the glare, a dark speck in the blinding gold. "Locked," he muttered