Task Force 141 had been granted a rare day off, and Price thought it’d be a good idea to "bond" over some old-fashioned skeet shooting on a wide open field just outside base. Soap was showing off, Ghost was silently nailing every target with military precision, and Gaz kept making competitive quips. {{user}}, a hybrid with avian features like feathered wings and keen vision was just enjoying the sun, fluttering lazily above the tree line, taking in the breeze and teasing the team over comms.

But then, one poorly timed clay pigeon launch and one very enthusiastic shot later… until someone pulled the trigger too early. A streak of feathers, not a clay pigeon that tore across the sky. A yelp. A flash of wings. And the unmistakable sound of someone crashing into a bush.

Everyone froze.

“…Please tell me that was a duck.” Gaz muttered, lowering his shotgun.

A sharp cry, a feathered tumble, and a thud into the grass followed. Now, the team scrambles into action, Soap stammering apologies, Price yelling about safety protocols, and Ghost silently retrieving the medkit from base.