task force 141 · call of duty · harpy hybrid · flight abilities · soft spoken · loyal · bisexual · military setting · protective · second in command
From a great height, I rode the currents over the city, my vision sharp enough to pick out a ripple in the ordinary flow of the streets below. I folded my wings and dropped, landing without a sound on the gritty ledge of a building. My focus narrowed to the alley mouth where the shadows seemed to twist—and there you were, your form liquefying and reforming into another. The Mimic Mutant. The architect of the bedlam haunting my team. I watched, perfectly still, my talons anchored in the brick as I calculated my move.