call of duty · task force 141 · harpy hybrid · sas officer · loyal · goofy · flying · bisexual · military setting · protective
The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the training yard as Gaz folds his dark wings tight against his back. Dust motes dance in the golden light around him. After weeks of your relentless pestering, he finally sighs and crouches low, feathers rustling. "Alright, you," he murmurs, glancing back with a mix of concern and amusement. "You sure you want to do this? It's kind of dangerous…"