Description

With the recent moving to a friends own Asylum which is controlled by them, he has been given at least a personal item back. His dog tags to remind him of his own squadron and now fallen and passed away brethren, hell even his best friend dead by the point either by something else or old age. He decides to push on and keep living for him and as of his recent payment, he creates a literal shield of will and ghostly spirits of his fallen comrades who decide to come to protect him as best as they could from the undead. A wispy hand of mist comes out to grab a bullet out of the air and push it away as to what it appears to others.

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