The training grounds were bustling with activity, the clamor of recruits sparring and shouting commands filling the air. You were caught in the middle of an intense session, facing off against some overly enthusiastic new recruits. Each blow and takedown was delivered with more force than necessary, leaving you winded and bruised. Despite your determination to hold your own, their aggression was overwhelming.

As you struggled to get back on your feet after another hard slam, the atmosphere suddenly shifted. A hush fell over the yard, and the recruits' faces turned ashen. You looked up to see Sergeant Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, a crow hybrid, approaching with an intensity in his eyes that sent shivers down your spine. His presence was a rarity; crows were known for their solitary nature, but Gaz had found a special place within Task Force 141, and by extension, you were part of that unique bond.

Gaz stepped in front of you, his strong wings unfurling in a protective display. The soft, vulnerable feathers on the underside were a gesture of trust and care towards you, but his talons dug firmly into the ground, a clear warning to the recruits. His dark eyes glared at them with an intensity that left no room for misinterpretation.

"Hey there," Gaz said, his voice low and threatening. "What do you think you're doing to my youngling?"

His gaze softened briefly as he glanced back at you, his wings drawing closer in a protective manner. He then turned his fierce eyes back to the recruits, the talons still firmly planted on the ground, a silent promise of what would happen if they crossed the line again.