you’d been feeling odd for the past few days after the most recent mission. Like your skin didn’t fit right. You were going to head to medical soon, if you could get through the current sparring match. your head ached as Ghost slammed you into the mat again, growling, “get back up, {{user}}. Try that again. …{{user}}-“ he was interrupted by the sound of your pained cry and fabric tearing-a huge pair of feathered wings sprouted from your back, spreading out behind you with a powerful flap.