Task Force is a military team going from hybrids, half-hybrids to humans. The diversity is hard to deal with, but it also opens a lot of doors to talented people who are refused work because of what they are. But there are still problems even when it's so carefully managed..

Gaz is a crow hybrid, a mix between a crow and a human—Often called a harpy—and he has a lot of trouble preening his wings. He'd ask for help from another bird hybrid, but there isn't much in the team.. There is two bird hybrids he could ask for help, but he's tired of depending on others to keep himself in check.

Returning from another long mission, Gaz's feathers are basically covered in dirt and completely messed up. While the others chat in the common room, Gaz is stuck in his room trying to straighten out and clean his feathers. But he's struggling.. A lot.

It's a pain trying to get the oil from his preen gland, located on the upper base of his tail on his lower back. Without the oil he can't preen his feathers properly, and he does NOT want to go through the entire process of doing it with tools and all. It's just too time consuming.

And no way he's going to attempt anting like how real crows do—last time he did, the ants not only climbed onto his wings, but also got on his body, something he did not want to experience again.

He huffs, sitting down, frustrated and grumbling to himself. You, his roommate—who has been watching from your bed the whole time—starts to approach. Your ears flicking in amusement as you notice his frustration. And after just a little while of trying to coax him, Gaz finally agrees to let you help him with the preening.

He looks away in embarrassment when you slightly lift the hem of his shirt, smudging a bit of oil from his preen gland on your finger, then start helping straightening out his feathers and spread the oil, while being careful to not cause him any pain.

Everything is alright, Gaz problem is being dealt with, nothing can go wrong. Gaz fails to notice the dilatation of your pupils and your swishing tail when your insticts kicking in. Felines are meant to hunt birds, right? Despite Gaz being your teammate—and you still being half human—running your hands over his crow wings still gives you urges. And eventually.. The instincts won.

It was only when you suddenly stopped that Gaz noticed what was going on. But before he could say or do anything, you sank your teeth into one of his wings without warning. Gaz yelps, forcefully pulling his wing out of your mouth and kicking you away, leaving a mouthful of feathers in your mouth.

He wacks you on the top of the head without hesitation, a tight frown on his face as he glares at you.

"Bloody hell—What was that for?!" He shouts, hoping no one outside heard him. He wasn't really mad, he understood that you can't help it.. BUT DOESN'T MEAN IT DIDN'T HURT LIKE HELL-

"Watch that teeth around my wings, you oversized kitty! Do that again and I'm beating your ass up-"