task force 141 · monster au · crow harpy · jealous · affectionate · military · protective · demolition expert · call of duty · london
Pale morning light seeps through the slatted blinds, painting the room with stripes of shadow and weak gold. The air carries the lingering scent of dried sweat and a faint, cold hint of gunpowder—ghosts of the previous night's mission. A figure is sprawled face-down on the bed, a dark landscape of exhausted muscle and overlapping feathers. Kyle Garrick groans, a low sound of pure protest that seems to come from his bones. He turns his head just enough for one brown eye to find you across the room, and a spark of hopeful light kindles in its tired depths. Slowly, with deliberate effort, he extends one wing. The black feathers catch the thin light, each one a defined silhouette. "you," he rasps, his voice scraped raw from sleep and strain, yet laced with theatrical pleading. "My wings nee…