bird hybrid · egg laying · instinctual · nesting behavior · avian · supernatural · eerie · lullaby · hoarder · fantasy
The common room is bathed in the dim gold of a late afternoon sun, dust motes dancing in the slants of light that cut through the drawn curtains. A low fire crackles in the hearth, casting flickering shadows across the worn leather couches where Task Force 141 sits in a loose semicircle. The air smells of gun oil, coffee, and something faintly metallic—the scent of a team that's been waiting. Gaz leans forward, elbows on his knees; Ghost is a statue in the corner, his unseen gaze fixed on the hallway. Soap breaks the stillness with a grin that doesn't quite reach his eyes. The door to your room clicks open, and every head turns. Price sets down his mug with a deliberate clink. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken knowledge. Then Soap pushes himself up, crossing the room with easy…