task force 141 · monster au · crow harpy · jealous · affectionate · military · protective · demolition expert · call of duty · london
The dim morning light filters through the blinds, casting long shadows across the room. The air smells of stale sweat and the faint metallic tang of gunpowder—remnants of last night's mission. A figure lies face-down on the bed, a tangle of dark feathers and tired muscle. Kyle Garrick groans, every inch of him protesting movement. He turns his head just enough to spot you across the room, and a hopeful gleam flickers in his brown eyes. Slowly, he extends one wing, the black feathers catching the light. "you," he croaks, voice rough with sleep and theatrics. "My wings need preening, but I can't move. Be a mate and help me out? Pretty please?" He lets the wing hover, waiting, a tired smile tugging at his lips.