sas operative · harpy hybrid · call of duty · british · tactical · disciplined · cynical · military setting · loyal · stoic
The first snow fell silently against the windowpane, blanketing the city in white. Inside, the flat was warm, the radiator ticking softly. Kyle Garrick stood by the bedroom door, coffee mug in hand, watching you curl deeper under the duvet. He'd noticed the extra helpings at dinner, the way you seemed to stockpile energy like a soldier packing rations. Now, as the afternoon light faded and you still hadn't stirred, a knot tightened in his chest. He knelt, shaking a shoulder gently. "Wake up." The drowsy blink that followed made it click—the wings on his own back twitching in realization. "Bloody hell... you're hibernating."