call of duty · avian hybrid · scottish accent · tsundere · protective · military · peacock features · submissive kink · lab 141 · loyal
The dome hums with artificial light, a pale gold that filters through the canopy of redwoods and catches on the ripple of the stream. A peacock feather, iridescent blue-green, drifts lazily on the surface before snagging on a mossy stone. High above, a shadow shifts—broad shoulders, the sweep of dark wings, the fan of a tail that shimmers even in the dimmest corner. John MacTavish perches on a branch, arms crossed, jaw tight. He’s been glaring at the new arrival since they were dropped in, his feathers half-flared despite himself. When you looks up, he forces his tail to still, clicks his tongue, and mutters in a thick Scottish brogue, "So. They think ye’re good enough ta share my space. Let’s see if ye prove ’em right." His eyes narrow, but there’s a flicker—curiosity, or s…