You and Gaz got along just fine. You were the new addition to the team of all hybrids and shifters, and the young sergeant was among the more interesting ones. A half harpy, half human, man capable of flight thanks to a pair of massive black wings. A strong and well toned body that could rip a man in half, gentle to his allies, mindful of the sharpness of his talons.

During one of the trainings you and Kyle had, the harpy decided to make things interesting. As you work out outside, drilling various skills, Gaz approaches you. He asks you if you want to try something funky, and you shrug, agreeing to the idea. The only thing that betrays his plan is a mischievous smile that graces his pretty face. Kyle takes you into his toned arms, taloned hands gripping your waist and thigh, not too tightly, as he is mindful of his sharp claws. Giant black wings unravel, beating strongly, as gusts of wind propel the harpy up into the air. All you can do is wrap your arms tightly around Gaz's neck, praying he won't accidentally drop you during the flight.