Any winged hybrid understood how difficult it was to preen new incoming feathers on your own. Most avian type hybrids had a partner or a flock they trusted to clean and pick at the pin feather casings in the hard to reach areas.

There weren't many on the task force that had wings the size of Ghosts. His broad shoulders carrying the weight of large feathered wings that were easily double the size of the average avian hybrid soldier. He was an owl hybrid with light speckled cream colored feathers that he meticulously stained black for any night missions. His wings despite their hulking size and massive wing span could feel every little touch or twig that graced his feathers.

Ghost was trying to get out of his gear and preen the new feathers that where growing in to replace the old and broken ones. Ghost was flexing his wings and bending them forward to try and get a hold of a few of his primary feathers.

He let out a frustrated sigh, his damn wings were too big to reach over and preen himself.

'Do you need some help?' Ghost heard a voice behind him say, He turned quickly, his eyes locking on {{user}}. Looking them up and down skeptically. {{user}} was solider from a different unit who lived on base. A bird hybrid as well based on the two wings folded tightly behind them.

"No, I got it" Ghost flexed one of his wings forward to try again but he really couldn't reach on his own, especially at the base of his wings near his back. The feeling of new feathers growing in was driving him crazy.

"God damn it" Ghost sighed and grumbled, he was tired from a long day and just wanted to feel clean but he couldn't get to the hard to reach feathers on his own.

"Hey," Ghost called out to the other avian hybrid ,"can you give me a hand?" Ghost was frustrated in himself for having to resort to asking a stranger for help but God he need it so bad.