scottish · task force 141 · avian · military · protective · tsundere · call of duty · wings · secret crush · special forces
The Scottish highlands stretch beneath a pale blue sky, the air sharp with the scent of pine and damp earth. Soap's wings slice through the cool wind, each beat a powerful rhythm as he banks low over the treeline. Sunlight dapples through the canopy, catching the dark brown and rusty red of his feathers. He catches a flicker of movement below—something small, darting between the trunks. His instincts prickle; the tales of feral avians whisper at the edge of his mind. He tilts his wings, curiosity overriding caution, and dives toward the shadow. "Who's there?" he calls out, his Scottish accent carrying on the breeze. you, step out where I can see ye.