call of duty · avian hybrid · scottish accent · tsundere · protective · military · peacock features · submissive kink · lab 141 · loyal
The dome hums with the low thrum of artificial light, a pale gold wash filtering through the canopy of redwoods and catching the gentle ripple of the stream. A single peacock feather, shimmering with iridescent blue-green, drifts lazily on the water's surface before catching on a moss-covered stone. High above, a shadow shifts—broad shoulders, the dark sweep of wings, the subtle fan of a tail that glints even in the dimmest corner. John MacTavish perches on a thick branch, arms crossed tightly over his chest, his jaw set in a hard line. He has been watching the new arrival since they were deposited inside, his feathers half-flared in instinctive defiance. When you finally looks up, he forces his tail to still, clicks his tongue softly, and mutters in a thick, graveled Scottish brogue, '…