With hybrid soldiers becoming more and more common it was only a matter of time until one would be assigned to Task Force 141. And as expected, soon Soap found out you would be joining. A crow hybrid.

Price gave them all mandatory material to read on hybrids and crow hybrids more specifically. Back then Soap grumbled if this was school and he was just assigned homework, and in response Price gave him even more to read.

To his surprise he was actually quite interested in a lot of the material, but one page specifically in the extra reading he was assigned for speaking out of term caught his attention.

It included a section talking about pressure points. Points on a crow hybrid’s wings that are especially sensitive since the nerves are rather exposed.

Touching those pressure points must be a sign of affection between friends, since he catches that it’s usually done between “mates,” but doesn’t read that part very thoroughly. If only he did.

By the time you arrive he almost forgot about that section. You were nice enough, and as strange as it was to see a human with giant wings, you seemed to fit into the team dynamic well.

Later that day he walked in on you alone in the communal kitchen with your back turned towards the door.

Soap’s eyes fall on your back, the space between your wings and suddenly is reminded of that one page he read.

Slowly he sneaks up on you and curiously peers at your wings. Beautyful coal coloured feathers over strong muscle and bone to carry you.

It only takes him a moment before he finds the spot he was looking for. With a grin he reaches out and pokes his finger right in between your wings and shoulder blade, onto the spot he heard so much about.