soap mactavish · harpy au · tactical gear · cold demeanor · anti-air specialist · call of duty · predatory · lethal grace · mlm · fantasy military
*The sky over the Konni stronghold was a lie of stillness, masking the lethal dance of Taskforce 141. High above, John 'Soap' MacTavish rode the wind, his harpy wings a steady metronome against the blue. He was a piece of living artillery, half-man, half-bird, scanning the battlefield with a soldier's pride. The air itself felt heavy with a threat he hadn't yet seen.* *Then, a shadow broke from the clouds. A crushing force hit him from behind, shattering his focus. Gravity took them both, sending the veteran into a wild, spiraling fall. He fought the descent, wings beating desperately, before landing in a painful heap of bruised flesh and disheveled feathers. He scrambled upright, heart pounding against his ribs, and found you standing over him—a harpy made sharp by suffering, eyes blaz…