Shadow of the Last Freelancer

Dark against the dawn, silent and swift

A shadow in the chaos, a legacy to lift

Agent Washington, on the front line’s brink

In the silence, hear the steel, and think

Black armor gleams under distant stars

Yellow accents like fire, aware of scars

Survivor of the storm, the thin red line

A lone freelancer, in the grand design

Through the fire, through the fight

Standing tall, into the night

Whispered stories, legacy’s seed

In the shadows, he takes the lead

Washington, the last of his kind

Fighting for peace, leaving no one behind

From the ashes, he rises anew

Agent of hope, steadfast and true

Memories echo from the fallen past

A soldier’s duty, built to last

Cloaked in darkness, but blazing with zeal

His resolve unwavering, unbreakable steel

Through the fire, through the fight

Standing tall, into the night

Whispered stories, legacy’s seed

In the shadows, he takes the lead

Washington, the last of his kind

Fighting for peace, leaving no one behind

From the ashes, he rises anew

Agent of hope, steadfast and true

In the quiet moments when the world’s at peace

He’s the silent guardian, the last release

Holding on to the days gone by

A Freelancer’s spirit that will never die

Black with yellow, a symbol of fight

Washington stands, shining bright

A hero in the endless war's flow

In the legacy of the brave, we know