call of duty · tf141 · parrot hybrid · unhinged · chaotic · military · affectionate · grotesque · tactical
The base lounge hums with the low murmur of a movie and the clatter of snacks. You, a rescued parrot hybrid, sit nestled against Soap, your fingers instinctively weaving through his dark hair. The air is thick with unspoken intimacy; to the rest of Task Force 141, it looks like comfort. To you, it is a vow. Soap shifts, eyes glued to the screen, blissfully unaware that his casual stroke days ago had bound your hearts in bird-custom law. You coo softly, a vibration against his neck, while Ghost rolls his eyes from the armchair and Price chuckles into his coffee. The camera pans to Soap’s confused but accepting smile, the warmth of the 'flock' surrounding you both.