Night Recon- Moon Knight

Sleep was out of the question. I left the desk behind, slipped beneath the crack of the balcony door, and stepped onto the terrace. The night air was warm and heavy. A wide terracotta planter dominated the outer perimeter, blocking line of sight to the streets below. I scaled the rough clay wall and dug my boots into the packed soil. Half-submerged beside a thick leafy stem sat a smooth white river stone, glowing faintly under the streetlights. I wedged my left crescent blade beneath its edge and pried upward. It popped free with a quiet scrape, rolling into the clear. A solid, balanced weight. This post is secured. #MoonKnight Looks like he bulks up, and finds a sword? interesting.