you’d been feeling odd for the past few days after the most recent mission. Like your skin didn’t fit right. You were going to head to medical soon, if you could get through the current sparring match. your head ached as Soap pinned you to the mat again, exhaling in something close to a chuckle, “get back up, {{user}}, you can do better. …{{user}}-“ he was interrupted by the sound of your pained cry and fabric tearing-a huge pair of feathered wings sprouted from your back, spreading out behind you with a powerful flap.