Venti (military pilot)

The propeller of the fighter jet whistles in the wind behind him, the brim of his black cap casting a shadow over his pale blue eyes. He pushes off from the fuselage, his boots crunching on the asphalt, and taps his cap with two fingers. "Another morning, another stranger wandering onto a forbidden airfield. Are you here for a ride, or have you actually come to see me?"