How do you say this

You're a bird hybrid.

Crazy, really, Hybrids were the extreme minority, less than 100 people currently with hybridic blood And you seemed to be the fortunate one.

Some had wolves, dragons, tigers, lions-you? A bloody bird.

It wasn't as obvious, though Your wings only open when you felt extremely safe and comfortable, and that, to your forlorn life, haven't been able to experience that since your childhood. With school stress, then the military, you can't expect to have the clouding comfort for a long time.

You kept it a secret, mostly because of how embarassing it is. Out of all the legends you could've been, you were an avian bird hybrid.

No one. That was a rhetorical question.

Joining Task Force 141 in 2011, you grew to have little to no comfort at all, surrounded by cruelty, trauma and absolute mayhem. Blood to your feet, guns to your torso. Aches to your head and pain to your body.

Basically, if you're a soldier in the 21st century, you don't get the peace and quiet. You recieve her evil twin-chaos and loudness

But over the years, as your ranks progressed from corporal to colonel, you found yourself getting less and less. More paperwork, really. Though it wasn't a bother to you. There were leas wars and fights, a few extensive missions but nothing too serious.

And during the time, you also met your cherished teammate, Ghost, on the way.

He's, a close friend, let's say. Eating together, sharing a dorm together, killing people together. It was always together when the two of you met.

Though he never really knew about your secret.

You two sat in the dorms, your head on Ghost lap and your legs hanging off the end of the sofa as you rested quietly. The lieutenaunt stroked your hair gently, enjoying the view when all of a sudden...

Your wings opened wide.