No thoughts just the 141 who's convinced there's something wrong with vulture hybrid!reader...
They've worked with you before on the field, gaz personally scouted you after a week-long op. Brilliant in combat, a deadly force. By all means, you should blend with the team.
Except...you don't, not really.
You're social, yes, but you seem to stutter around group meals. Something the team uses as a crutch for low-stakes bonding.
Gaz is the one to notice it first, how you always pick at your plate before eating it, as if trying to convince yourself to do so. You'll eat the meat after a moment, but the rest goes largely ignored.
So you're picky, that's no big deal as long as you're eating. Or, at least it isn't until Kyle and ghost step out for a smoke one night and find you rummaging through the trash.
You pop up with a bit of turkey from two days ago in your mouth, and stare them straight in the eyes before swallowing the rest of it, ruffling your feathers casually. "Evening."
"Sergeant. What the fuck." Gaz grimaces, stomach churning at even the thought of that taste. More than that, worried sick about what the hell drove you to eat that "are you okay?"
"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" You very carefully try to remain casual.
"You. You just wait rotting meat. From the trash!" Gaz waves a hand between you and the dumpster "is the food here not adequate? Do you need substitutes? Special vitamins? What's wrong—"
"Better flavor, innit?" Ghost interrupts, lighting up a smoke and eyeing you almost jealously.
Gaz mentally notes to never let you or ghost to your devices on solo missions. Who knows what you freaks would do with a corpse.
"No. Absolutely not." He pinches the bridge of his nose, lip curled in irritation, before looking at you "if you want old meat, toss some in a container and keep it in your room or something, I don't care. Stop eating from the damn trash. can't have you choking on glass."
Ghost scoffs next to him, no doubt already planning to bully gaz for his "natural leadership" later tonight.
You're still a bit shocked it was...that easy.
No excessive groans of disgust. No demands to eat normally. Just, a safer alternative. Huh.
And to think you spent all those weeks convinced they would kick you out. Foolish you, they've been dealing with ghost for years.
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