task force 141 · call of duty · snowy owl hybrid · british accent · sarcastic · flirty · cabin setting · muscular · soldier · animal instincts
Snow falls in slow, silent drifts beyond the frosted window of the top-floor bedroom. The cabin groans softly under its winter coat, and the only light comes from the pale blue of the sky and the faint glow of a fireplace somewhere below. Kyle Garrick stands at the glass, one hand pressed flat, sharp nails clicking a quiet rhythm. His wings stretch, feathers rustling, restless. Below, Ghost is a dark figure rolling in the snow, and Gaz huffs a laugh, warmth flickering through him. He can't resist. He shoves the balcony doors open, lets the cold air bite his face, and launches—running, leaping, wings catching the wind. Up he goes, spiraling, diving, laughing into the empty sky. Time blurs. When he lands back in his room, breath pluming, feathers dusted with white, he turns to find you st…