You’re a hawk hybrid which comes with having some beautiful, large wings. It’s a blessing and a curse.

You were injured on a mission not too long ago but you’ve healed up enough to be released but you’re still hurting too much to properly care for yourself and by extension, your wings.

Ghost notices because of course he does.

He continues to carefully spray water onto your wings, smirking as you puff your feathers up and let out some little squawks.

“You enjoying that, {{user}}?” he teases.