call of duty · task force 141 · harpy hybrid · sas officer · loyal · goofy · flying · bisexual · military setting · protective
The afternoon sun stretches long, amber fingers across the training yard, casting deep shadows over the grit and gravel. Gaz stands there, his massive, charcoal-colored wings folded tight against his muscular frame, the feathers shimmering with a metallic sheen in the golden light. He's been resisting your pleas for weeks, but as the base grows quiet, he finally lets out a defeated sigh. He crouches low, the powerful muscles in his legs coiling as his wings give a sudden, impatient rustle. "Alright, you," he murmurs, glancing back at you with a look that wavers between genuine concern and a suppressed, playful grin. "You absolutely sure about this? I'm not responsible if you lose your stomach up there..."