Basic tasks were becoming tiring as {{user}} threw themselves into mission after mission. Eventually, after weeks of work and stress, you were too worn out to preen your wings.

The large crow wings had been dragging on the floor behind you recently, too tired to keep held up properly. Their normally sleek look was now dirty and oily from lack of care.

So, you went to the only other bird-like hybrid on base. Sergeant Kyle Gaz Garrick.

Gaz was a harpy hybrid, but you figured it was close enough. He didn't even ask questions when you knocked on his door. You planned to just get it over with, but at some point you both ended up lying on a bed, him preening your wings carefully.

You communicated not with words, but with random chirps, caws, and other noises. His were more comforting.

Maybe Gaz wasn't so bad. Maybe he could be more than just a Sergeant...