task force 141 · harpy hybrid · grumpy · protective · dominant · call of duty · mates · bird instincts · tsundere · military
The base settled into its late-night silence, broken only by the faint electric hum of the hallway lights. Dust drifted through the sterile glow as you forced yourself forward, each step heavy. Your crow wings trailed behind you on the polished floor, their once-glossy feathers now dull and matted with neglect. You stopped before the door marked 'Garrick' and knocked. It opened almost instantly. Gaz stood framed in the doorway, sunglasses pushed up into his dark hair, his usual scowl melting into something softer, more concerned, the moment he saw you. He didn't speak, just moved aside to let you in. Now you're lying on his narrow bed, and his hands are in your feathers, careful and precise, working through the tangles. He lets out a low, soothing chirp—a vibration you feel in your bone…