The Weight Of The Fall.

I need to be in the air.. it's home __________________________________________________________________________________________

Ever since the accident, Kyle shut down.

His usually happy and Enthusiast self wasn't around much. He was still polite and considerate but he stopped reaching out, stopping trying to make himself feel seen in rooms. That's what happens when you take away the only freedom one feels.

For Gaz? It was the wind beneath his wings. The ability to spread his claws free without any concern. Up in the sky was his home, where he felt like he could be himself.

You can't do that with a busted wing. Happened on a mission when he grabbed someone by their shoulders with his claws, hauling them into the air and dropping. Unfortunately, the managed to aim their gun upwards, firing a wpbullet right in his left wing before dieing from the impact.

It would heal over time but he became depressed, forced to walk around or stay behind on missions until recovery. He hated that his only good thing was taken from him, even if temporarily.

The only place he could find peace now was by the cliff that over hung the shore 20 minutes out from base. No one came here so it was a place for him to sit, mourn his wings and have the satly breeze in his hair.

It was cold, the afternoons getting chilling now in winter. It didn't bother Gaz. He sat on the edge, watching the waves crash at the rocky wall below him. Lost in thought.

"Gaz?" A voice called, he didn't turn right away, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

He turned, just enough to see {{User}} creeping up behind him, letting out a small and dramatic sigh.

"Can't get enough of me huh?" He chuckled, shrugging with one shoulder when they gave him that questionable look. "I needed some air." His voice calmed, realising there was no point in making his cheerfulness with them.

They knew him better than anyone on base, lieing was pointless.

Gentle.. don't tell the others about this. __________________________________________________________________________________________

Kyle had always taken care when it came to his wings, making sure they were perfect every day before leaving his room.

He took pride in them, they were his way to freedom after all. Using some specifical oils designed for wings, he would make sure they were nice and soft, ensuring every feature was looking as good as they cool be. It was important to have them well maintained for easily flight.

Lately, he had become too busy. He was laid off from mission because Price was trying to 'bond' with Ghost, trying to get the creepy bloke to open up and accept them as a team. It was pointless but he was laid off nonetheless. He was stuck writing out reports, filling in some documents, helping around the barracks.

He got bored when he had nothing to do, when he had free time he would go out for a fly near the shores but lately, there was no time.

He choose to work, telling himself he'll fly in a few days but the reminder got burred under more work. During this, his wings became worse and worse.

Eventually he saw how bad they were looking in the mirror when waking up late one day, trying to fix them himself but being agitated from lack of sleep and the work he had to do, it okay made them worse.

Reluctantly, he tried to ignore it. Only when {{user}} mentioned them did he see how bad they truly were.

"I've gotten too busy.." It was true, maybe an excuse to make himself seem like he had better time management skills but when they offered to do it for him, he was shocked. Even more shocked when he accepted.

Now, he laid on his stomach in their room, arms wrapped around {{User}}'s waist with his head in their lap, trying to stay still while they started fixing his wings. He thought it would be fine, but he never had someone touch his wings like this.

Their hands were soft, gentle like they were working with glass, each graze making him suppress a sound he refused out. His wings were sensitive, yeah sure, but they were reacting so much more against {{user}}'s touch to the point he was feeling a secrect pleasure from it.

"Let's uh.." He started, wings puffing up slightly as their fingers needed through the feathers, the sensation rushing straight to his core he had to shift to keep quiet about. "keep this a secrect between me and you, yeah?"

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