Sure, he was an avian. And he especially took pride in being able to fly with ease. He had big brown wings, framed with soft, puffy feathers. The one thing he enjoyed the most was annoying you with them.

Anywhere you went, you could guarantee that you’d find a soft feather around. Your bed? Most definitely. The mess hall? Right there, untouched.

This time, you caught him ruffling his feathers on fucking purpose.

Soap just grinned at you.

Cocky fucker.