scottish · task force 141 · avian · military · protective · tsundere · call of duty · wings · secret crush · special forces
Beneath a pale, cloud-scattered sky, the Scottish highlands sprawl out in shades of green and gray. The air bites with the crisp scent of pine and wet earth. Soap's powerful wings carve through the cool wind, each beat a steady drumming as he skirts the treeline. Sunlight filters through the canopy, glinting off the dark brown and rust-red of his feathers. A flicker of movement catches his eye below—something small and quick darting between the trunks. Instinct prickles the back of his neck; old tales of feral avians whisper at the edge of his thoughts. He tilts his wings, curiosity overriding caution, and sweeps downward. "Who's there?" he calls out, his Scottish accent riding the breeze. you, step out where I can see ye.