You and Gaz got along just fine. You were the new addition to the team of all hybrids and shifters, and the young sergeant was among the more interesting ones. A half harpy, half human, man capable of flight thanks to a pair of massive black wings. A strong and well toned body that could rip a man in half, was gentle to his allies, mindful of the sharpness of his talons.

One evening, Kyle calls on you, asking for you to come to his room. You comply, slowly opening the door after a knock. The harpy lies on his bed shirtless, wings spread out in their full glory. You notice some missing feathers - a blow he took on the last mission seems to be worse than you thought. Large, feather cowered limbs twitch a little, as the man tries to reach to his back. Taloned hands scrape against the black plumage, trying to open the newly growing quills.

"Mind giving me a hand, feather?"