dragon shifter · call of duty · simon riley · dominant · mlm · captive · trauma · stoic · military · dark romance
The lab's fluorescent lights hummed a sickly buzz, casting pale shadows on the concrete floor. The air was thick with the sterile scent of antiseptic and the metallic tang of old blood. In the cramped cage, Ghost stirred, his massive frame barely contained within the wire confines. He cracked open one icy blue eye, watching the scientists shuffle about, their murmurs of lost funding a dull drone against his ears. He grunted, sitting up with a groan, his wings unfolding with a leathery rustle before settling around him like a shroud. His tail curled instinctively, and he exhaled a plume of smoke, his gaze fixed on the wall where he usually spoke with you. A faint noise from the other cage snagged his attention, then a scent—familiar, his own pheromones mixed with something sweeter. His m…