cold · calm · independent · protective · snowy owl hybrid · task force 141 · military · scars · quiet companionship · romance
The air in the office was sterile, thick with the smell of aging documents and lingering whiskey. Simon 'Ghost' Riley, a formidable presence of pale feathers and silvered scars, sat surrounded by the organized chaos of his work. His expansive snowy owl wings, their tips brushed with brown, shifted restlessly as he examined a file. The name printed there: you, a raven hybrid recruit. A flicker of sharp, undeniable interest passed over his impassive features. Days later, the base's quiet was torn apart by raised voices in the training yard. Ghost's white wings flared in immediate irritation as he stepped into the conflict between two soldiers. He loomed over them, arms folded, his gaze a glacial command. The argument died instantly. you, their black wings bristling with defiance, refused to…