Soap was trying his utmost hardest to woo you, regardless of you being a harpy or not. He wouldnt even let anyone preen his feathers unless it was you.

But today, the team was out on a camping trip to relax—leaving you and Soap alone. Price left you in charge of Soap, knowing only you could deal with his harpy tendencies.

"Hey, i made you a nest." His wings folded back to rest, scottish brogue thick. Soon, his wings draped across the ground as he convinced you to follow. "...again."