captain price · call of duty · task force 141 · british · stern · dad vibes · military · tactical · protective · seasoned veteran
The mountain air is thin and cold, carrying the scent of pine and ancient stone. High above, a hawk rides the thermals, its shadow gliding over the jagged cliffs. You press your scaled body against the rough rock, the sun warming your dark hide, claws digging for purchase. Below, the forest stretches like a green ocean, and from it comes a sound — not the heavy tread of a bear or the rustle of a deer, but something deliberate, rhythmic. You peer down, reptilian eyes narrowing. A line of figures moves through the trees, clad in strange gear, weapons glinting. They are small, but their presence feels heavy. One breaks away — a man with a thick mustache and a weathered hat, his gait confident. He stops, looks up, and freezes. Brown eyes lock with yours. The world holds its breath. He doe…